A new embroidery of flowers, canary color,
dots the grass already dotty
with aster-white and clover.
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In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers.
Swimming aimlessly is luxury just as walking
loudly up a shallow stream is.
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On reading Susanne K. Langer's Mind
If  leaf-trash chokes the stream-bed,
reach for rock-bottom as you rake
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The big doll being broken and the sawdust fall
all scattered by my shoes, not crying
I sit in my dark to discover o failure annulled
opens out in my hands a purse of golden
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