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    WINDFALLS

  • 17 Husked from our tight houses
  • 18 We packed a lunch and climbed the humped wood
  • 19 In the vegetable dusk fire-flies
  • 20 At my feet the blushing nakedness
  • 21 We imagined the mausoleum was where
  • 22 Like soaked punk, the drowned kitten
  • 23 We followed the spur in weedy tracts
  • 24 The luminous cherries are ripe again
‹ 16 Feeling, godmother at my birth up 17 Husked from our tight houses ›

Poems

  • In The Eye of the Red-tailed Hawk: An Essay on Love
  • Prayer Beads
  • The Boy From Under The Trees
    • WAKINGS
    • WELLSPRINGS
    • WINDFALLS
      • 17 Husked from our tight houses
      • 18 We packed a lunch and climbed the humped wood
      • 19 In the vegetable dusk fire-flies
      • 20 At my feet the blushing nakedness
      • 21 We imagined the mausoleum was where
      • 22 Like soaked punk, the drowned kitten
      • 23 We followed the spur in weedy tracts
      • 24 The luminous cherries are ripe again
    • WONDERS
    • WINDOWS
    • WEATHERS
    • WHETSTONES
    • WORLDLINGS
    • WALLS
    • WREATHES
    • WOODCUTS
    • WARNINGS
    • WRAITHS
    • WHISPERS
    • WEBS
    • WICKS

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