Tag Archives: blues

How many springs

How many springs this winter do you think we’ve had? Endless ends to winter drive a poet mad. Was there really a robin nesting yesterday? Somebody said he saw it, but it flew away. When does the edge of winter … Continue reading

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blue tuesday

rain slides down the window in rough sheets the garden drips and broods unseen alone as if the birds were gone they sing unheard the very walls hang portraits of gray stone slow water dripping softly in the sink gives … Continue reading

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