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| GRANITE STONE Shoes scuffed with apple orchard duff Their leather licked dry St. Paul , Ferndale or Seattle Marble columns or barn boards: The street or road conduits Again and yet again Into alleys bricked, The bus boarded, Its driver barking a goodbye, I step from the last riser And find you waiting, The hillside there just beyond, That gray stone, A dried apple core, That name, always that name. |
| HELIOS RISING This Eastern morning easily looses the fog She slips the halter from the horse, and pats its haunch As it emerges from the corral: Palomino canter and quick step dust. Its hoof prints fading bronze The snort a hiccouph And a shrug Of its shaggy shoulders, The blonde now unburdened The milky mane streams Into cool lustered freedom. |
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