Atlantis will rise again.

This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

I hope you're representing the devil's advocate.

Whatever you have to say, leave The roots on, let them Dangle And the dirt Just to make clear Where they come from.

A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader.

I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.

When will government cease being a nuisance to everybody?