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Imagining her
In stillness and long typing.
I notice fresh snow.
* * *
Stars melt in my palm;
Snowflakes in the walled garden.
I pick daffodils.
* * *
Minute grey shadows;
Snow ghosts between white houses.
Now she is closer.
Imagining her
In stillness and long typing.
I notice fresh snow.
* * *
Stars melt in my palm;
Snowflakes in the walled garden.
I pick daffodils.
* * *
Minute grey shadows;
Snow ghosts between white houses.
Now she is closer.
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I’m packing apple pie,
A baseball
And The New York Times
In a striped and starry satchel
For a single-bound leap
Across the ocean.
I figure I’ll drop from the sky
Five hours later
Than the time on my Swatch
On a stony shore
Close to a poet’s house.
I will sit on his steps
Whistling dixie
Until he gets back
From the underground
Tall and gorgeous
To let me in.