And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

...on forever's very now we stand.