Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.