Rommel Drives on Deep Into Egypt
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by Richard Brautigan
My Concern for Your Tomato Plants
“88” Poems
Pity the Morning Light That Refuses to Wait for Dawn
Snow Makes Me Sad
As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches
I Am Summoned by a Door
At Last Our Bodies Coincide
Let Us Please Learn New Words That Mean As Much As Direction
Deer Tracks