To God. God, odd. Thime leaves and never returns. Mirror, mirror of the all. Fate with angel in the living room. Never's return. Accordian. "War" on New Year's. Gangs of leaves. The daring dance of Fall. The moth. Virgin birds. Shaded greens. What of it if it's raining on a foot of snow? What the Boomers want. (this poem is title-free) Being buicyclable. Sitting alone in Au Bon Pain, Davis Square.
