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poems
I put away my clothes and return to you Dripping. Salt Faced lies the pavement slimes with crystals. When he looks up at me Time slurps to a halt. Tabitha, he said, came to his world UNWED The Way unknown to her. Free to her. There is nothing left now,
Does the focus of one’s life, become it? I’ve always had this lovely little school house inside my mind. Not a little house on the prairies school house. I'm not imagining myself in gingham print with all but sunny days ahead. This school house is firmly