Add to ORKGChaperone They called me, And I did the cooking for their late parties, after Dori got done work at...
A wind beneath the eyelids, Scurries on the pink, gray shadows, Dipping away softly to deeper shadow...
To climb into my self-shell Then to ride about and shut the door and polish the windows..
Gleaming blond hair, sharp blue eyes, You rest in peace by the window. When you walk, you\u27re prou...
I crept out of town with the late afternoon traffic as it unclotted itself from the intersections..
An old woman, face lined with time\u27s scratches and slipping spectacles, plays the collar of her p...
Tod leaned over the side of the wagon and watched the big wheels grind into the gritty dirt..
The midweek city bus was not crowded at five-twenty, but it was hot without the crowd..
T HE DAY was over. Th e pink and slate and lavender streaks would have been white clouds if he could...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
I pause and watch the mallards spear The air in long, ragged V-lines, Ragged like the stalk-littered...
As we stumbled through the cavern that is this life She guided us to glimpses of light..
APPLE-BLOSSOM shampoo, whipped to creamy-fluffiness, trickled behind Mary Lou\u27s ears, over her fa...
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
BEYOND the bend in the road, an old stone house sat sphinxlike in the morning sun..
Chaperone They called me, And I did the cooking for their late parties, after Dori got done work at...
A wind beneath the eyelids, Scurries on the pink, gray shadows, Dipping away softly to deeper shadow...
To climb into my self-shell Then to ride about and shut the door and polish the windows..
Gleaming blond hair, sharp blue eyes, You rest in peace by the window. When you walk, you\u27re prou...
I crept out of town with the late afternoon traffic as it unclotted itself from the intersections..
An old woman, face lined with time\u27s scratches and slipping spectacles, plays the collar of her p...
Tod leaned over the side of the wagon and watched the big wheels grind into the gritty dirt..
The midweek city bus was not crowded at five-twenty, but it was hot without the crowd..
T HE DAY was over. Th e pink and slate and lavender streaks would have been white clouds if he could...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
I pause and watch the mallards spear The air in long, ragged V-lines, Ragged like the stalk-littered...
As we stumbled through the cavern that is this life She guided us to glimpses of light..
APPLE-BLOSSOM shampoo, whipped to creamy-fluffiness, trickled behind Mary Lou\u27s ears, over her fa...
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
BEYOND the bend in the road, an old stone house sat sphinxlike in the morning sun..
Chaperone They called me, And I did the cooking for their late parties, after Dori got done work at...
A wind beneath the eyelids, Scurries on the pink, gray shadows, Dipping away softly to deeper shadow...
To climb into my self-shell Then to ride about and shut the door and polish the windows..