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Category: Poetry
Prospero
His tome cast to plunge and fade to subtle worth
In precious fragments faint, he paused to glean
Ricorso
How dimly in winter attends to the heart
That teeming season of our out-bloomed prime,
Hanging Out the Washing
A woman hangs her laundry on a line
On Saturday, in rancid clinging heat,
Eyes on the Nine Thirty-Seven
The locomotive screeched to a blinding
Halt. A long day from port of Saginaw,
Benaiah
Unparalleled vigor and dazzling delight,
As their eyes met like lightning on that still winter night.
