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CARL SANDBURG VISITS ME IN THE EARLY MORNING O Carl I run with my own sumac-red dogs a river of sundered waters wandering through a valley of thin willows the grass that burns on the buckskin hills and its smoke the sky turned upside down and filled with sand raked smooth with a locust thorn and these with you the ghosts of eyes tomorrow and a million years © 2001 by Richard W. Todd |