The Moon Is A Friend For The

One Of The Greatest Necessities In America Is To Discover Creative Solitude.

Poetry Is A Fossil Rock-print Of A Fin And A Wing, With An Illegible Oath Between.

Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself Yonder, Yonder.

Who Else Speaks For The Family Of Man? They Are In Tune And Step With Constellations Of Universal Law.

In The Night The Cabbages Catch At The Moon, The Leaves Drip Silver, The Rows Of Cabbages Are A Series Of Little Silver Waterfalls In The Moon.