Add poems from the past year

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+---
+title: Look
+subtitle: a found typewriter poem
+genre: verse
+
+epigraph:
+    content: |
+        Is he older?  I asked her.
+        And I never got an answer, because at the moment she disappeared in a puff of smoke.
+        I like to think nothing ever happened to her save that she went over to the spirit realm.
+        I usually know better though.
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    css: autocento
+...
+
+
+Look, I say---look here--- \
+at this old place \
+where nothing changes.  \
+Look at the people \
+who pass by.  Look at \
+the trees.  The flowers \
+full of wanting: look \
+how full they are with \
+color.  Look how they mock \
+us, empty people who \
+must fill themselves \
+with changes---emptiness.
+
+"There is nothing to be \
+but happy.  There is no \
+sadness to fall down \
+like cherry petals."
+
+The trees don't under \
+stand: they are too \
+tall to see the germ \
+of discontent in us.