I have packed roomy/
wicker baskets with blues,//
or mostly blues—
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I have packed roomy/
wicker baskets with blues,//
or mostly blues—
The huffing wind seals rain/
beneath a crisp skin of ice/
sends chickens burrowing into their deep down.
The only way I could stop/
that dog from begging/
was to show him my hands/
like a blackjack dealer,/