Parading

perhaps I awaken

If you told us so, that the white-tailed deer will slip

Exchange of earth and air:

Say, It doesn’t matter. Say, That would be

Where there’s smoke

She stayed on the moon,

The seasons are no longer what they once were,

from this last course, it’s unquestionably the one most often

The obsessive heat-seeking quality of

someone else’s body leaping nimbly