"Be a poet of place," Philip Lamantia to Eileen Tabios
When the top of vineyards snag the clouds, the clouds become cotton balls.
Fuzzy
When the top
of vineyards
snag
clouds, they become
fuzzy cotton
balls
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This will be the last post for this project. This project has done its job in making me begin to walk away from my computer chair--I promise...
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