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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