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The Prodigal: Squalor
The floor was rotten; the sty / was plastered halfway up with glass-smooth dung.
The Prodigal: Addiction
He hid the pints behind a two-by-four.
The Prodigal: Redemption
But it took him a long time / finally to make his mind up to go home.
The Fish: Awe
I caught a tremendous fish / and held him beside the boat.
The Fish: Resilience
He hung a grunting weight, / battered and venerable / and homely.
The Fish: Transcendence
until everything / was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! / And I let the fish go.
At the Fishhouses: Beauty of the Sea
Cold dark deep and absolutely clear, / element bearable to no mortal.
At the Fishhouses: Insight
If you should dip your hand in, / your wrist would ache immediately.
At the Fishhouses: Knowledge
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: / dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free.
Filling Station: Initial Perspective
Oh, but it is dirty! / this little filling station.
Filling Station: Care
Somebody embroidered the doily. / Somebody waters the plant.
Filling Station: Universal Love
Somebody loves us all.
Sestina: Mood
September rain falls on the house.
Sestina: Child's Drawing
the child / draws a rigid house / and a winding pathway.
Sestina: Inevitable Sorrow
Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
First Death in Nova Scotia: Atmosphere
In the cold, cold parlor / my mother laid out Arthur.
First Death in Nova Scotia: Innocence of Death
He was all white, like a doll / that hadn’t been painted yet.
First Death in Nova Scotia: Confusion about Mortality
But how could Arthur go, / clutching his tiny lily, / with his eyes shut up so tight?
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