Stanley Canfield Poems

Trying to talk, to listen, to understand
Something breathing loudly in our ears
muffles
Something looming largely in our eyes
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O slim and slippery salamander slide
Round and down the river's sloping side
Down to the depths in which you hide
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In February I grow tired of winter
Tired of trees without leaves
Tired of earth without grass
Tired of air without perfume
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