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

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.

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.

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

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

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