Johnson’s House
The hopeless, who had
Nowhere else to go, he packed
Into his house. So
Loneliness took on
The look of home, duty grew
Useful, like tea-cups.
Trials
They go like lightning
Over jumps, under tunnels,
Up slides and down, then
(Best of all) needle-
Thread small transverse hoops as if
Freed of being dogs.
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