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Winter Smoke
From the stack outside the window’s frame, / White smoke, mostly steam, breaks hard across / A bright blue square of winter sky. ...
In A Field Of Weeds
Five degrees. Rough, shifting winds. Sunlight crashing / Almost audibly, sky to snow-pack, snow-pack to sky. ...
Olive Bed
Where but in bed does the world begin. / Where man and woman know, like children. ...
When Lilacs Shake
Now, in April, when lilacs shake / in gusts of rain, the crown-like buds...
