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1. I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away. 2. I give permission For this slow spring rain to soak The violet beds. 3. With a twitching nose A dog reads a telegram On a wet tree trunk. 4. Burning autumn leaves, I yearn to make the bonfire Bigger and bigger. […]learn more
And one morning while in the woods I stumbled suddenly upon the thing, Stumbled upon it in a grassy clearing guarded by scaly oaks and elms.
And the sooty details of the rose, thrusting themselves between the world and me. There was a design of white bones slumbering forgottenly upon a cushion of ashes.
There was a charred stump of a sapling pointing a blunt finger accusingly at the sky.