Rommel Drives on Deep Into Egypt Page 3

  My Concern for Your Tomato Plants

  “88” Poems

  Pity the Morning Light That Refuses to Wait for Dawn

  Snow Makes Me Sad

  As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches

  I Am Summoned by a Door

  At Last Our Bodies Coincide

  Let Us Please Learn New Words That Mean As Much As Direction

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