Now and then the birch trees. Up river a fantasy.
Across town a birth.
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Rain carries dreams of foreigners.
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“None love, but they who wish to love.” (Racine)
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My childhood home was a very small house.
More and more I want to return there.
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Laughing in the mornings.
The dogs approve.
I must do their laughing for them.
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“Silence, healing.” (Heraclitus)
000000s in the ear.
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Yesterday my neighbor washed his house.
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Like Pentti Saarikoski
I like to imagine Ezra Pound
Without his snakes.
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If you were like me you’d be quiet too.
Planet of the Blind 
Your work is full of mirth and strategic dissonance,I like it
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