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Stubble Burning
And let thine own times as an old story be.
-- donne
these too, for fran --
Poems are not what you head for
When we go into a bookstore.
Handed these, maybe you'll recall
How, without fail, when they were small
The boys brought home their dinosaurs
(The long fl anks brightened up with fl owers),
Houses with slanting chimneys, trees
Of course, a dog complete with fl eas ...
We taped them to the walls and doors
So you will understand with these,
The bringing of them makes them yours.