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Poems

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  • July 4th

    Tarred roads starting to buckle,

  • Pick Me Up

    the words love you, friend

  • Afterimage

    Do you remember those Cornell shadow boxes we saw at some

  • Triangulated

    Is it the ship that's moving or the sea that's moving, the tide flowing against the ship?

  • Transfer

    Now they tell us

  • Why I Hate Nudist Camps

    Wayne had already flung off his t-shirt, pulled off his black Khakis to set up our tent—I can work faster if I'm naked

  • Wilderness

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

  • On Shadows & On Risk

    Me and my shadow

  • Blind Trust

    In the nod of a cow as, stiff-legged,

  • Centers of Gold, Aphrodisiacal & What We Do Lives On

    The point, after all, with canvas, brush, and paint,

  • The House

    With stained red awnings

  • from Landscapes on a Train

    There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into