Most of the pollution in the water already is dead animal and plant matter and building debris, ... good stagnant nursery for mosquitoes.

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

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

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it.

Practice good personal hygiene. Wash your hands before you eat. Be aware of good clean water and food sources.

There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds.