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***
It
is only when leaves begin
shivering while knitting from a skein
made of
summer’s end and the fall,
it
is on..
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***
The
sound of grinding outside is surprising
as
is the large white truck and the two
Mexicans
who stand on the ro..
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***
The
fall trees are strutting
color
as if their grandness
were
their accomplishment.
But
behind the air waits winter
..
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***I tore the letterin halfthen againfor good measure.Thenagain,and again,again, andoncemore,a moremeasured response.I tore untilall was powderwhich I..
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***
Do
you hear breezing
moving leaves and leavingbehind aleaf-covered sigh?
That
sigh is a sign of beginning;
ends com..
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***
Normally,
I could tell
by
the woodpile
what
day of the week
it
was; it's February
and
the woodpile is
same
siz..
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***When I read Socrates I learnedthat I should know myself,but as an orphan I had no choice.I had to invent storiesof who I was, and where I'd been,du..
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***
To
the people of a future
I
will never see, nor will
my
children ever:
Do
you wonder about me
as
I do of you?
Have
y..
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***
It
is only when one tastes the dregs
does
one truly begin to appreciate the wine
that’s been
poured, when one begins to sav..
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***
Beginning
the hunt in a jungle in Belize
would
probably have been a better choice
but
my best friend, Bobby, broke down
..
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