Leafage

Sometimes I cry aloud
Charon does also
It’s hard work
Living moment to moment

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Drama is crying with a script
I can’t find mine

One definition of childhood

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The old dog bit me

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You can discuss Helen Keller
But you can’t say what words
Perform on the inside

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Have you seen a cormorant
Enter the sea?

That’s my Helen Keller—
That falling….

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I sat on the sofa where the former me had been so damned sad.

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Greek myth, Boolean algebra, Lyell’s hypothesis, Tu Fu—will they come with me?

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“Leafage is hearsay when you’re blind, until you hear it. Today is May 27.” (Walking in a cemetery in Peterborough, New Hampshire.)

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