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with Little Figures
There once were some pines, a canal, a piece of sky.
The pines are the
houses now of the very poor
in a blue
, ragged wind.
Children go whistling their dogs,
down by the mud flats
Once the canal. There’s a red ball lost in the weeds.
It’s winter, it’s after supper, it’s goodbye.
goodbye to the houses
, the children,
the little red ball
And the pieces of sky that will go on now falling for days.
~cinichol -> Letter from a Birmingham Jail
CreativeWriting -> Raymond Carver
423 -> Rebel Poets of the 1950s
~cinichol -> Instructions for work-to-be-done before class time, as well as tentative in-class activities and any work due
CreativeWriting -> Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? (Style)
423 -> Cathedral Raymond Carver
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