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Worse, I answer.
Most days I feel
we’re going downhill
declining in integrity
discipline, respect, a thing of the past. (more…)
Mom and Pop would gently buckle me
Into the back seat of our Datsun
(That’s a Nissan with a smaller engine and more rust),
and Dad would drive us forty days and forty nights,
Eleven hours, all the way to Iowa. (more…)
I would watch the sprinkler
On the front lawn,
Watch it rotate on its axis,
Left to right and back again
Like a typewriter. (more…)
Cold islands entice me,
like carved stone cathedrals.
Their single mountains are the
exalted white saviors of our continent.
Fallen devils in winter. (more…)
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