In a pine tree,/ A few yards from my window sill,/ A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and/ down./ On a branch./ I laugh, as I see him abandon himself/ To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do/ That the branch will not break.

Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.

They can buy whatever brand they want. We will supply the finance.

It goes without saying that a fine short poem can have the resonance and depth of an entire novel.

I asked the Mesquite coach who he thought the best team in Mesquite is. He said they were about even.

I close my eyes, and think of water.

Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.