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Morning at the State Hospital

The thick days have finally agreed

to rain.  All the trees are wet the eyes

of all the new fat leaves are closed.  There is

no wind but I hear the fine breathing

of the deer.

                             In a doorway a small

man carries letters in a paper bag,

inside fat people smile in heavy coats

condensations glisten in their fur.