Poetry Is The Capture Of A Picture,

Arithmetic Is Numbers You Squeeze From Your Head To Your Hand To Your Pencil To Your Paper Till You Get The Answer.

Come Clean With A Child Heart Laugh As Peaches In The Summer Wind Let Rain On A House Roof Be A Song Let The Writing On Your Face Be A Smell Of Apple Orchards On Late June.

Tell Me If The Lovers Are Losers... Tell Me If Any Get More Than The Lovers.

All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write.

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.