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[EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Debbie Sawczak praise be for the veily green haze of half-open leaves on far-off
trees and John Van Wessing, still white-armed, out
on a tractor in a field already; the nursery we passed: people bent over plant beds, intent, and bobbing as
they pat the earth firm at the base of seedlings; pussy willow switches for sale in pails at the end of a farm
lane, with only a hand-lettered sign and a box for your
coins; the flash of poppy-red on black wing shooting up out of
cattails like a silent bullet; coolness enough for a jacket that flaps in the wind, enough sun for squinting. |
