The graveyard. You’d think it would be last, but it isn’t.
The highway. The one they call the ring.
Little towns. It would be nice to have a bigger yard.
The city. Where the bridge was too far.
The river. Not the Rubicon, but the Waal.
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Dutch house 2
Dutch house 1
Ranger Nolo
He specified pine
in the fine
and thus was discharged
from a lifetime enlarged
by contracts
and tender
from the mint
Cat’s eyes that follow
green and with me still
Sleeping traveler
wakes and wants to know
who in his dark
spied on him so
40 dry tears
See I can
See I’m able
What did you go into the wilderness to see?
Taking a stand
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