Them smokies is as thick as bugs on a bumper.

[…] two hours probing burnished lamps into rain-skiffed darkness, a digger burred, clanked […]

Mother was teaching me the tight-rope; I’d learned a bit of acrobating, too.

Full, as they are, of murmurous silences in the foredawns And budding with the dawns in a noise of cranes