Thinning after Philip Larkin My cold frame's chock-full of carrots, so I lift the lid, slowly, each pane Squinting through a half-moon of rain at early Monday, at ground wy That needs...
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Mulching Poems I will mulch my poems & make a compost of images. They'll be more useful that way, something For the moonlight roots to worm through The sycamore so tomorrow we'll have a harvest...
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