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The Bear Tonight the bearcomes to the orchard and, balancingon her hind legs, dances under the apple trees,hanging onto their boughs,dragging their branches down to earth.Look again. It is not the bearbut some afterimage of… Continue Reading

Fooling God I must become small and hide where he cannot reach.I must become dull and heavy as an iron pot.I must be tireless as rust and bold as rootsgrowing through the locks on doorsand… Continue Reading

Wild Orchard It is a broken country, the rugged land is green from end to end; the autumn has not come. Embanked above the orchard the hillside is a wall of motionless green trees, the… Continue Reading