In retrospect, it appears I was at my most productive that year...
Some of the poems were excellent (I still like to read them),
some good... and some... oh dear...
| slush to ice and back again: January. |
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| high again I stagger home – another movie |
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| Lovecraft and tea for one: a good night |
| in the storeroom old books crumble without a touch |
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| mailing poems at work: boss looks on approvingly |
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| ...and when the job ended... | ||
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| this day busy as any other but the boss shook my hand |
| stormy day but after the rain birds sing louder |
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| high in a tree a joyous chaffinch; I whistle too |
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| against the winds and through the sleet towards birdsong |
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| under the trees Scout leaders serve jokes and pancakes |
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| a sunny day don't know if it's Friday or Tuesday |
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| long path from the empty mailbox in the heat |
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| in a silent house except for the snoring I finish a drawing |
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| at a party I am embraced by my thick sweater |
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