ENTERPRISING FOOL
Now it's snow and ice all over again and nothing
worth anything will ever come forth - not until
another thaw in another time. I've tried cooking
this marmalade, but it would only singe.
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Harvey was an invisible rabbit that only one man
could see ; glimpse and glimmer, the conversation
always ended up as pretending it was or wasn't there.
Like ideologues at a bad picnic, the drinks of logic
spill down the outdoor tables.
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In the shed, down the alley, at the backwoods turn,
that is where my distant spirit dwells - among the
trees and the tall, dark sky between two worlds.
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