Charles Cross Biography

Let me be the tea she loves to warm,
On the stove-top. Let me be in the nuzzle-tops
Of her daydreams when she needs more excitement.
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I desire to possess the power of Pablo
And Yeats, to act on a whim;
And at old age, I'll return to my youthful skin,
And live with more memories
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If I settle down, I settle
In a sunset. I plant myself
In fiery orange fresh hoed crops.
I swim in the sapphire glow.
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Dawn arrives apt, ever in serenity,
And preens the day for Mother Persnickety.

Unduly beast plaint in fear
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Grass is sweet by the feet on the bless'ed null;
All is sweet by the feet of old Father Wool.

Idle thoughts of the flock privy to the candor eye,
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