My Grandmother standing wordless fifteen minutes Between rows of loganberries, clippers poised in her hand.


No nature: new and selected poems (ed. Pantheon, 1992)

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My Grandmother standing wordless fifteen minutes Between rows of loganberries, clippers poised in her hand.

My Grandmother standing wordless fifteen minutes Between rows of loganberries, clippers poised in her hand.

My Grandmother standing wordless fifteen minutes Between rows of loganberries, clippers poised in her hand.

My Grandmother standing wordless fifteen minutes Between rows of loganberries, clippers poised in her hand.