HAVING RESTED MY CASE
Sitting by the boxwood hedge there's nothing
going here but snow now, and I'm a fool for
thinking to withstand it. The garage building
has a few birds hiding under its eaves. Not
much to go on, poor things; all the berries
have run off.
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I've been here too, in savage Summer heat -
afternoons dredged with sweat and dripping
with condensation and morning dew. It all
seems now like such a far cry from reality.
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