A Nothing Day Full Of Wild Beauty

Looking At The Sky Last Night And The Moon In The First Fresh Dark, Just A Few Stars, Bright With Their Cold Flares, I Had A Little Crumpled Thought, 'oh Well, The Moon. It's Just Another Place Like California.' One's Imagination Drags Its Feet As We Are Inexorably Hauled Into The Future.

It Is Always Pleasant To Learn That Someone Takes An Interest In A Work Which One Enjoyed Writing

However, If A Poem Can Be Reduced To A Prose Sentence, There Can't Be Much To It.

A Nothing Day Full Of Wild Beauty .... Little Fish Stream By, A River In Water.

The Aim Of The Poet, Or Other Artist, Is First To Make Something; And It's Impossible To Make Something Out Of Words And Not Communicate