There Is No Word For Time. Today

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

I Have Been Cut In Two.

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.

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.

Our Children Tremble In Their Teen-age Cribs, Whirling Off On A Thumb Or A Motorcycle.