the Sun shimmering, setting, slightest pink glimpsespast trees with phosphorus glows, andballasts yawning and workers heavehoing.She sets yonder--ooh ..
I.By and by I awake this hackneyed DayInmost self, Splayed--Into estuaries daily.II.I sit here before Khepri awakes: cuppacoffee mistyspiraling, Pen, ..
Willowsyes:Willows on our path.We see them in Winds hollowbreath. Willows withseagreen waves touchingsarabande upon the shore. Thebayou yonder seethin..
The dry spelt err coldlanguidOn freckled cheeks--Skirts ablaze this Winters day --Books openon CasketsMausoleum-black ironcusped,filled with Historyan..