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Where Can IFly This Woman She is on a cotton voyage from a canvas field that uprooted herhands from the dirt Shewas round, but a ..

Sleeping Birds I am tired of babying the beauty of song birds Today I will rise early & sing into the still darkened trees straig..

Coverings This is the canopy I made for our bed Circular, it falls in froth and pastels The sides are open to escape When the wind lifts the dra..

The Conversation This is for all our words that narrowly missed each other For that moment we almost listened And how you spoke of reality and ..

All Night I Slept All night I slept with my neck broken into the crook of your arm nude with solitude & damp with fatique Isaw the big and..

The Grove Where Stars Fall This night there is a star that falls and fades I saw it cross the sky and blacken out As though the night reache..

Horehound in Moonshine Freddie had a cough so he whittled horehound candy into the new run All the liquor out of St.Paul was smooth, cl..

small morning poem I hearda whisper where I walked along the suspect road of loss I saw a winter moon enshroud itself in gray & lonely cloud..

The Snow There is the snow. A winter patch to bandage things Look how nicely thatit sweeps a cleaner lineage to this place All disorder suddenl..

Come Dance With Me Come dance with me in your long black coat O' city cowboy of the dark of tar & black & hope & dark I'll carry you..