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I like the fact that before the sea I am the same as you The same as everyone Who falls To the swell of waves That pulse towards land A reminder Of the pull To our other selves
She went to live in Ulm, City of sparrows, And so we sat in cafes by the Danube Admiring her new life. Sparrows hopped about Our coupled legs Beneath the tables. The streets were filled
Couldn’t get enough tea although She could barely stand still long enough To let the kettle boil. Family legend Claims a trace of gypsy blood and Irish temper To explain why she could be there
Out in the white clad White carpet woods It is not quiet Though I can barely hear a sound Just the whispered Crystal tumble of snowfall In the melt And a breathless thump
You've got to eat a ton of muck before you die, Uncle George would say and said it just before he croaked having presumably eaten his allotment. He meant it either as wise counsel