Alone in my pinewood cabin
When the sail of prospect
Goes slack
And I'm left reckoning my present position
...
What hurt more
Was her blunt antipathy-
She didn't even bother
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Under a swirl of thin snow
Yard hands stamp & swear
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Deep in the digger pines
Alone at the end of Piper Hill Road
Crossed by vulture shadows
I balance the two by eight by fourteen skirt-board
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