Pietra Dura
Here is the closed blue eyelid of time you touch to make sure, to see. Through a flat window of …
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True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
Shepherd
Now you will shepherd lost things and they will follow you through every airport, crowd every interview, every dinner, every …
Entourage
I could let them all go, the letters pencilshands and scheming numerals;only they and I would feel a difference.I would …
Neruda’s Tasks
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of …