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Tess tell me truly

who are you now they are gone

a trail’d morrow

 

amid night within

a bole burrow’d circl’d town

every nightshade

 

glow warm a June bug

all’fours an orphan flew in

a flute song the reeds

why is a sky thin

switch through a hay low west watch

needlepoint window

 

thimble darner egg

hold in stock a yard all phlox

open a locket

 

which two a penny

an epaulet orchard ear’d

nothing more nearest

I left glove a box

a red rose left a mirror

I turn in a night

 

soften radio

truest blueness a nest of

Debussy Satie

 

near a burning cord

center hearth mantl’d cantos

Maria’s diamenders

wore in glen ell in

pinstripe a brizol menu

clarifi’d butter

 

‘do you know Jacques well’

ferry side a pierpoint spot

cousin of Carlos

 

Leroy’s spaniels

on the beach two wore sandals

white cloth square table