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if I should die I shall use it
as an ordinary window
seeing the boys playing
in our back yard
on a pleasant evening
at the beginning of a quarrel
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Boilerplate
a ready sermon
to the yard in false Greek
rain at night
Urban tumbleweed
up and down
to many places
a sack which begins
to want its color
like a spirit of water
returned to the yard
the heart has read
a true grammar in it
Solitary
all alone I am king of the yard
I am content
as a fish
and in the company of letters
I do not find people
so wanting
Housekeeper
she has fish on the table
and little time to little purpose
taking little notice
of the little green yard
and the night like any money
will call things into question
and everywhere the people
being forced to sell their ills
That time of year thou mayst
I hate to look upon
the land—to see how
strange a perfection
is a year’s time.
From the yard
this night comes.
Age is my canary,
a root sent to bed.
Gated community
Give me light
and a hat to dispose of it.
What neat houses
all the yards have!
As a pretty hand has
a pretty rope.
Accounting
the treasurer’s accounts—
hogs make a cellar
out of the yard
Better nature
The dog all afternoon
is master of the yard.
I play with
his trust, troubled
by love as art.
To-do list
Practice walking; begin in the yard.
Afterwards, talk to a stone.
Do nothing.
Let a black dog into the kitchen
and eat a great head,
too much to boil.
Green house
A rank yard
and part green in my parlor
where I am out
of land and pleased
to house the dirt.
Bibliophile
All morning in a book—
and then heat,
a woman,
my yard.
I found the earth
as it is now: enlarged.