Her mud-hemmed gown abreeze, she slips weeping at our pond’s edge; a backyard swing rattles its chains and turns in dreams rust-eyed a boy balanced there. – Tassoni
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Eleven or Twelve Ways of Looking at Shoes
1 Once this house is sold it will be sold time and time again and shoes 2 Life is a long thread Wallenda longer than you knoow and shoes. 3 I am out back when crying stops inside the faucet when the leak is fixed. When my trunk is bottomed-out your shoe is there. 4 …
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