The Stars Are Pears That No One

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

All Who Love Have Lied.

There Is No Word For Time. Today We Will Not Think To Number Another Summer Or Watch Its White Bird Into The Ground.

Loving Me With My Shoes Off Means Loving My Long Brown Legs, Sweet Dears, As Good As Spoons; And My Feet, Those Two Children Let Out To Play Naked.