I’m the one to hollow the pumpkin and carve a face. The doorbell rings again. You adore the children tonight in their costumes. A
He had asked and in reply— swallowtail, joe-pye weed, balloon flower, skipper —the boy recalls a beach where his father is teaching the perfection
I raked the wet apple-leaves into the hen yard where the young chickens prowled around the pile, suspicious of this new thing until the
I pearl a leaf’s bottom, a marble drinking light, hatch out minute, green as the leaf I rest on, devour, mixing its yellows with