Window
Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.
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on little cat feet.
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Summer Grass
Summer grass aches and whispers.
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The rain hears; the rain answers; the rain is slow
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Under the Harvest Moon
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