Elmer hunts and hunts.
Mornings are made for laughter —
Bug’s a happy hare.
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Elmer hunts and hunts.
Mornings are made for laughter —
Bug’s a happy hare.
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fountain cascades her
pearls, fraught hen calls her drake —
wrens feed on the fly
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sing the morning’s rise
lift limbs and leaves to dawn’s gleam
greet the day with song
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Globe will play the play.
Bill is christened in Avon.
Sonnets sound and sound.
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Ford’s Theater bled.
Miss Bedell’s word grew a beard.
John Wilkes Booth bleeds out.
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One-hundred and four
silk poppies to remember
dry bones on hard stone.
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Cattle at their edge
Pavement’s slick with the night’s rain —
Lone balloon drifts by
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Cappadocian boy,
Slayer of the dragon’s slayed. —
Ascalon’s still warm.
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cows swim in green lakes
trees are dancing in the wind —
blood graces the lamb
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birds call to the morn
stiff limbs stretching with the dawn —
’tis a bright new day
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Redcoats blast the bay.
Breakers break ‘gainst ancient stone —
Boston Harbor quakes.
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glass piano breaks
purple lion claws the floor —
boardwalk’s stately game
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Ancient Dylan sings
scarlet flowers paint the scene —
the King washes feet
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From the house-top is
heard the least of the small ones —
there’s no rest for them.
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Victor pens his book.
Yesterday Our Lady burned. —
Quasimodo weeps.
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