[My mother saw the green tree toad]
My mother saw the green tree toad
on the window sill
her first one . . .
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My Papa’s Waltz
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death: . . .
My Sad Captains
One by one they appear in
the darkness: a few friends, and
a few with historical . . .
The Mystery of the Hunt
It’s the mystery of the hunt that intrigues me,
That drives us like lemmings, but cautiously—
The search for a bright square cloud—the scent of lemon verbena— . . .
