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in the neighborhood distant city sounds unwanted in cold blue air on fall's still green grass snow melts passing seasons not wishing to leave coolness fills the air flowers birds leaves everything martini twilight It is like a scream this powerful April gale of too many amps you could shriek an opera or play a Merman record here is the crescent she hangs over the beach fence touching blocked-out space softening the hard edge of NO STOPPING OR STANDING Joan Payne Kincaid  Home
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To the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is imagination itself. As a man is, so he sees.-William Blake
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