Loves
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On Forgiving the Dust in My Piano
Dear daughter of Earth,
I am not naked, rose-lipped, chapped and chaste in a poetic caste and silhouetted erotically before sunset and starlight like the Thinker gazing across foreseeable perpetuity.
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Sometimes We Stay Outside
Sometimes we stay outside
on your front steps.
It’s peaceful there.
There are no cars
or stomping feet.
There are no dishes
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Vermont in 2050
The evergreens
The piney forests
The lakes and hills and mountains.
Today they're thriving
Well surviving
But what will it be like in 2050?
I see an image
Similar to today's.
Green everything
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A Year in Vermont
January:
Crisp cold days
Early morning ski races
I almost mowed the lawn last year
Still very dark in the mornings
