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Parading
Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere
About
confessing it. This is what poems are:
March 29, 2015
The wildflowers scatter in warm tints until
March 28, 2015
The middle one’s the conversation
March 27, 2015
Each time I go outside the world
March 26, 2015
“Makes me end,
March 25, 2015
sweet sunset scent from unseen source,
March 24, 2015
He fell that morning, Daedalus-like, into the sea
March 23, 2015
Where can we go
March 22, 2015
Yes, now that this exists in time, I thought,
March 21, 2015
he sits on a rock & watches his friends
March 21, 2015
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