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I
walk down to the river where the stars
dangle
and swing like lamps the night-watchman
has
hung by wires in the deep rafters of Night&r..
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Looking
for something to notice,
Watching
for something to see,
Hoping
for something to happen,
Planning
for all that could be,
Se..
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How
do you begin on an empty white page?
At
the edge, by a corner, venturing further,
Toward
an image that results,
In
the spaces lef..
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The glasses
turned up on his head
Sit like a
craftsman’s crown on his short black curls
Beneath them his
brow crowds low in concentrati..
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The Tailor with his waning spool
Works his craft in hopes to fool
The watching world with hollow eyes
His raveling heart he must disguise..
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Oh Juggler, walking the acrobat’s
wire,
Don’t let your feet falter, don’t
let your arms tire.
Keep up your balance; ..
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“Tie
up your shoe laces;” my grandmother told me
“You
wouldn’t want to take a tumble.”
and
I know she meant..
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I’m
packing a suitcase
with
clean socks and new neckties
with
photographs of people I never met
with
a miniature version of the..
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