Lansing Day Poems

Carefree in leisure time, one blasé tourist,
almost happy, I once had collected a complicated stone;
after the sunny hours had ended and last opportunity
for keepsakes began.
...

when everything everywhere
whispered in irresistible languages

hey you there
...

You see every bit of me, my morning star.
You pour life to me, no matter what.

I need not ask.
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On the low-flung periphery of the salt marsh bay,
near the twisted beach, an eddy-

Sun low with the tide going up
...

What we have named Fire Escape
(an ordered, angular tangle of ladders and rail)
had made picture geometries in my west window
well-framed and flat--set foreground and background
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