Fanfare

Fanfare Whatever is wasted or wanted In this country of glass and flint Some garden will use, once planted. Louise Bogan 1. A hollow pipe, wide and round as the muzzle of a grenade launcher, serves as a doorpost to my fenced-in garden. When wind blows across its mouth and this meadow, it pipes a lead-steady, bassoon-like note Odysseus might have known, crossing the fearsome universe between war and home. I think I hear it in my sleep, and mistake its foghorn-drone for a call to arms or p

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