I remember it was Xmas
when you arrived
arms full with
a round wicker basket
mistletoe on the threshold
your hair white with snow
an electric thrill in the air
"This is for you, you said,
a broad smile on your face
as happy as a child I looked in & there were
some little red and white
apples on the bottom
covered by short moving gray
and black vipers,
"Be careful, you said, don't touch them -
at my awe you added,
- the apples might be poisoned".
Anny Ballardini
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If you go with rivers, not roads, the trip
takes longer and you weave and see a lot more.
(from Houses)
Richard Hugo
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