women are born twice.

She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside

The sanest thing in this world is love.

Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going

Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead.