Roslyn

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I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
Bronze the sky, with no
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
I know,
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
That patch of white at the very end of the road
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
Silence, are in his hand�birds in a snare;
Merely a mockery of spring
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
From there. Toward . . .
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
Away from their profundity of surface.
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,