Your applause rides with me;: Your applause rides with me; tucked in the carriage light, steady between city and field -yet your voice is paramountly welcome each step along the way.
And there we are, part of the: And there we are, part of the fog’s own handwriting — hair like a weather front, clothes like a hearth, steady enough to let the street’s two currents braid themselves without our hands on the rope.
Thank you very much for the compliment..: Thank you very much for the compliment. Me, performing? I don't think so. I'm more comfortable behind the scenes. Thanks again for your comment. Take care,
Reading Note — The:
Reading Note — The Loop
These two pieces are not fixed in sequence.Begin in the city and ride out to the farm,or start under the wide‑skied dark and follow the tracks into bricklight.The hinge is your turning point — a platform where both airs meet.Read them forward, read them in reverse,and you’ll find the same current running through:home is not one place, but the motion between.
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Ha! And if fortune tips her: Ha! And if fortune tips her hat just so, I’ll have that crimson cover tucked under my arm before the ink’s even dry... brighter than a brass band at noon and twice as hard to miss. A proper bell‑ringer, you’ll hear it clear down the block.
unbiased coherence, the: unbiased coherence, the paramount goal, as blessings of poetry pass me by, sullen stripey hair, unkempt, calm and clad in cozy clothes
Ulysses: Yes, and if you manage to score yourself a crimson cover (on future terms) much closer than quite tremendously a redbrick classic, a real ring-dinger!
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