I shall give myself a pat
on the shoulder (after the wells clear up
again),
for unearthing in me some nobility—
that little pure droplet, like a dew, a baby spring.
That I myself did not know
it is something I possess brings
a smile: yet it is there,
flowing freely,
in some of the deepest sepulchers
of my heart.
If you’re thinking of giving me something this Christmas, I’d be happy to unwrap this book. It’s available at NB, just so you know. 
More about the book? Click on the pic.
neither the song nor the moon it
was, but us, who dared tame
time—and winning but for a moment,
made now everlasting
when two hands are not enough
vertical organization 
the streets must be kept clean—at all times
going to school is an adventure
as fast as a rocket
sleep tight!
spacesaver
oh well
I was settled and then you come centripetal centrifugal you are delicious but our friction must just stop.
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