February 2021


you lead me to pastureacross the soft sands whereI do not want to go where the water is not stillwhere tides flow in and outbut the pathway is right I see the pasture ahead,the island shaped just for mebeyond the…

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(for Mary Wilson) Out in the snowI hear Mary singing, keeping everything together as always –multiplying by three,then dividingwhile misty men threw ice balls from on high –so white, so dark So long ago, too,juggling in the far north, those cold, cold…

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