Nothing Is Quite Honest That Is Not

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat; A Homesickness Or A Love Sickness. It Is A Reaching-out Toward Expression; An Effort To Find Fulfillment. A Complete Poem Is One Where An Emotion Has Found Its Thought And The Thought Has Found Words.

Let's Get My Incantation Right: "i Wish I May, I Wish I Might" Give Earth Another Satellite.

He Is All Pine And I Am Apple Orchard. My Apple Trees Will Never Get Across And Eat The Cones Under His Pines, I Tell Him. He Only Says, "good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

There Are Few Sorrows, However Poignant, In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

We Ran As If To Meet The Moon.