Monday, December 22, 2008

Prompts, 22nd

Down by one of the fish-houses

We took turns at laying an ear on the rail

I am safe but the land is darkening

Behind everything, in little villages, in garages

Let us set off for somewhere

I have crossed the border

No dream kitchen, just the fire

The birds are massing; the sky is black

Early morning, Fairhaven, Massachusetts

A fox in the chickens

I bought some fresh potatoes

I love to go out when the weather is undecided

Nothing but blackberries

Every year you say it isn't worth the trouble

Gleaming machines

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