He walked now jingling as if on
cups dressed gaily after the fashion
of the steppe animals which cut loose
from in his insides
...
in the knee-high grasses we grew quickly
into pines which stood by each other
sharp houses at your back the mountain a
familiar old slope
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I (Town)
Chequered wood thinly inscribed easily broken
glass. Alarm. The walls once book clad. One stands
before this fine orderly dust. Another
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IN HASTE the inside returned to the
outside: In her money-bag mother with her
folding umbrella father whose starter
failed
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