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The push or fly

The push or fly of the snow

here in the free woods

Your letter last night

—lost eight weeks in the prison anthrax rules—

and who knows what push/fly

at Avenal—

“…mostly freezing weather

and they don't give you anything warm to wear…”

at Avenal,

if I could,

I would nurse you…as I have,

as you have me, spring weather.