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BENNIE LEE SINCLAIR 569 thinner, harried-like him to visit, but never quite within. It is only in my dreams I welcome them truly home. Salving their wounded eyes, patching ears torn by gun and thunder I lift them into their pens, shut the doors, making all as it was before. My father. His rabbits. BACKWOODS HAIKU from Lord ofSprings (1990) I. From tree tops wisteria seed pods crack, pop-guns triggered by fall sun. II. Vines thick as trunks detail a house once here, buried trace of char its fate. III. Dried cones, white pine, drop like resinous snow I gather to make fires glow. IV. Solstice; equinox. They too struggled to stay warm: extreme and balance. V. I take my sack downhill against the cold, dreaming woodstove elegance. ...

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