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Life caught in
Certain molecules

Fuels this thought.
Its trail of atoms

Causes change in
The past, future

And is what 

Happened last.

1970 Poem

[Wendyclip, 1970:]


We stopped on a
Steep little street--
Runs right down to
Dingle Lane.
They intersect 
At a drain and 
A narrow tunnel.
I believe this town
Began as a funnel.

Peace, Please...A 1967 Memory

Seawater, held in
The arms of wind,
Went inland   and
Filled  night  with
Fog, an unlit hill in
Berkeley  --clothes
Optional,  if  not
Theoretical-- as
I recall, lovers kissed.
They wore moonlight
And mist, as youth
Does, and knew only
Where the inside
Of everything was.