I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.
... people get confidential at midnight.
The time on either side of now stands fast.
I didn't write my poems because I wanted to, they were wrung from me. I had to write them.
My writing time needs to surround itself with empty stretches, or at least unpeopled ones, for the writing takes place in an area of suspension as in a hanging nest that is almost entirely encapsulated.
Women are not supposed to have uteruses, especially in poems.