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Morning Rituals

Wandering the fields, rendezvousing in a cowshed, getting out the paper dolls

Ronald Reagan, religion, cooking

Playing board games, returning a rented cap and gown, counting the days

I’m sitting at my desk watching the moon rise over the Berkshires; I’m in an apartment; I’m not in California

The old Survival Trap, a first husband, a paradox

The library is a trap; it is the subversion of secrecy; it is the first and best sanctuary of the life of the mind

A book from childhood, a rainbow, a Grateful Dead show

Two World Wars and the Great Depression, the old Firesign Theater “Everything You Know Is Wrong,” a wet comb

Inner voice as intuitive guide, the undeniable presence of a voice, the voice of silence

Finding then losing then finding again a pocketknife, losing yourself in a bookstore, losing your sex drive

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