Two birds fly past. They are needed somewhere.
The body weeps the tears the eyes never shed.
I wanted to spend all my time writing poetry. But when I had children I couldn't do that anymore.
There are years from my childhood that I cannot remember and I cannot forget.
Adulthood has something to do with not choosing any of the pure points of view, but living about half of what you really want to live.
Those of us who make up poems have agreed not to say what the pain is.