Here’s an oddity that I haven’t seen in awhile. A copy of this 1978 poetry book passed through my hands at the Amazon warehouse years ago. I couldn’t let it go without first photocopying the cover and taping it to the side of my computer monitor. The photocopy went with me as I moved into other roles at Amazon, always hanging over my desk or hanging outside my cubicle, sometimes raising eyebrows. I’m told that after I left in 2000, my friend Mari found my photocopy and hung it at her desk for a time.