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Poems

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  • On Being Mused Upon

    Reading his poems, you recognize yourself

  • Of Weeping

    First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,

  • Jug

    Colors, we go way back.

  • The Conscious Fruit Fly

    This means fruit fly the scholar.

  • Spit

    Some progress is anything but.

  • An Occupation

    The world will end in pink.  Those clouds just above the horizon

  • A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron

    In Brazil they call the floss-silk  palo borracho

  • Discoveries

    What I knew about

  • Tiger Story

    Somewhere during my first or second year a tiger came into my life

  • VANISHING POINT

    I learned it in art class, second grade,

  • Flour, Eggs, Milk, Baking Powder, Salt and God

    O Best Beloved, tell me, if you know, why—

  • Elegy for a Young Garden

    Shattered bricks, flayed sockets