#144
It’s raining in S.F. —
each drop’s hushed refrain sounds like
the end of waiting.
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#145
Bind my arms, love. What
is inexhaustible
requires no defense.
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#146
Wish you were the woman
sharing my bed, and not
Eudora Welty.
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#147
It’s your suspense that
makes me forget the helplessness
of my own life.
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great stuff
I especially like the last two. Eudora Welty, who knew?
That’s how I roll (in the hay)