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The perfect year,two equal halves.One with leavesone without.Forest thinning out.Bring indoorsswing sets, pools, smiles, thoughts.Having enough and no..
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Peter has gotten a new jobas a bookstore clerk from one to tendown by the riverin a sunny little house.I've come to visit and I'm thumbing througha bo..
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An old man remembers what he has beenyet the details are unimportant. Thenthe outline disappears, and the meaning.Good, I can die or go to work, be wi..
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Pokeweed waitsunderground, snow crustssmall greenish white flowers, leaves entireand alternate, black berriespoisonous, ripe late.Waits patiently past..
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Have I ever been profoundly lost? Yes. Railroad tracks and a river wide as the Amazon, yet lost. Living in the intense sunshine of northern New ..
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All conflicts are resolved via coercion, implied or applied,of the dominant party over the denied (Niebuhr).Not news at the 2nd St. jail. But the Cons..
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Prose is unpretentious, that's its attraction. Avoids bombast of line breaks but forgoes -- what --�" perfect rest. Anyway today, a Novemb..
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In disaster and war moviesthe protagonist (Queen) and her immediate circleare protected from anonymous death. They may die (one by one or all at once)..
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Five days of steady rain. A hurricane approaches the city. The streets are flooding but the wildlife is thriving. Every person wears a raincoat ..
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November is sweet, sunshine through bare trees, dry brown and fungus-free leaves companionably visiting among the deadas I did yesterday our town's ..
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