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10.17

Just another morning.

She makes flower arrangements
in small bottles and vases;
one particularly precious-
a pink geranium
couched in green sprigs,
bound to win a ribbon
or certainly coos.

Percolating coffee
burps and hisses
while the hair
on my bare, crossed legs
object to the chilly kitchen
and huddle plaintively.







10.9

How easily
I am set aside ;
An old mug
Shelved .

Amuses me
Since the porcelain
Is admirably
Decorated
And
Often admired.

Can’t buy love.
Can't sell art.
Nupe
Nupe
Nupe!





10.5

why knot
this Gordian eve
this Harvest moon
that leads shadows
from behind shadows.

In robes
a little chilly
as I remember.

If all else fails
insert a dream.









9.20





Work about New Zealand
Mostly done
Waiting for Erato's imprimatur





9.20

Carmine is a nice tone;
Laid on lips just so,
Lips which smile,
Or sulk-
As is their want.

💋





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