Friday, March 8, 2019

What flows in


what flows out and who witnesses these occurrences.  Much like stirring soup.  Much like stirring a poem.  Now, where did I put the ladle?

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  1. SLIDES: Weston

    She walks her bike up the steep driveway, impassable in the winter snow, but now, in the summer when she is on vacation from school, it is a path of gravel and weeds which her father walks up and down to and from the mailbox when he is home. It is not one of those days today, he is not home. He is "in the city", working late at "the magazine" so it is not a sure thing what she will find when she gets home.

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