The past is always waiting to entangle and deflect us.
The more learned a writer, the more digression beckons him.
Expensive advertising courts us with hints and images. The ordinary kind merely says, Buy.
Most people find just being themselves not enough of a show.
In retirement, only money and symptoms are consequential.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.