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  • True Bug | I Will Be Good

    I’ve been talking to a bug all winter.

  • Bookish | Brush Your Fingers Through Your Hair, Why Don’t You?

    The bookishness that

  • Polaris Mall

    February,  9:37 p.m.  Two Canada geese,

  • Last Words

    If only for those you leave behind,

  • At the End of the Alphabet

    Books bloated and fanned

  • Manet’s Asparagus

    Naked as an

  • Wilderness

    The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows

  • Breakfast, the most important poem

    So far, pockets are good

  • Bear and the Crows

    So many in the winter trees they caw

  • God’s Man

    When I was twelve I found it

  • The Summer House

    I let the envelope fall to the floor unopened,

  • Poet’s Walk, Central Park Mall

    Shakespeare, Robert Burns, and Fitz-Greene Halleck