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Vanilla Vermont

                  Vanilla Vermont I think the man I loved for many years, A druggie, lost in needles and cocaine, The man who caused so many useless tears, That man called Chuck, would find it quite inane That I am drinking coffee, milky stuff With lots of sweeteners...

Self-envy

                    Self-envy I suffer from that rarest illness, called Self-envy. Everyone, it seems, but me Is desperate, as if they each are walled Up in a prison or are like a quay That no ships come to, ever, but my days And nights are full. I have a cat who...

Countryside Composition

          Countryside Composition The russet sun selects the pheasant’s tail. It shines more gold than copper in that light From heaven in the evening though more pale. The sun strikes more than that.  It wants to write A poem or a nocturne for the dark To come,...

Migration and Transmigration

        Migration and Transmigration The thought of ancients not set down in words Cannot be weighed.  That they were like our own About the cleanest things is clear.  Those birds That wing their ways in autumn’s bluest zone Above the reach of men and weapons mean The...