It should all of it fit.
Even all the worst
you’d never have do with it.
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In Holland
Where the wind doubles back
and the same rain falls twice
How it all works out eventually
The wind against
was hard till it bent our
road the other way
So what I did was
So what I did was swap out death for life.
I poked through and (for life was not all)
down in around and out again,
stitching a garment for every weather.
A poem that should never have been written, and yet it was
I rifled through the drawers of death.
I took back all my letters.
Death she never wrote me back.
She let me hang here ever.
A scholarly fall
The leaves of all I’ve read
stir as I walk, reproach
me with their dryness, beg
to be tramped
under into something good.
I do not like seeing
A little man fried in oil
limbs in motion
stilled by the heat
Haughty
Bugs unlike birds
do not flee my
innocent
port and shutter
I have troubled much
I have troubled much
with death, have trod
with feet bigger
than all my life combined.
Stay me, Lord!
Hold me here to
pray like a tree.
Is it only the brain that we rack?
The heart could use some
racking as well
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