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Collected Poetry

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In California

  Los Osos Valley 


All day the cows in twos and threes
have drifted across the rolling pasture

like little clouds beyond the chip-seal
road.  On the big couch I have sat

and gazed through the living room window.
I've hardly moved.  I fixed a sandwich

for lunch.  I could not watch tv.
I went out for a brief moment

in the moderate afternoon to see
if one of the cacti had bloomed.

The phone never rang.  It was crazy.
It was crazy and sweet.




 
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