How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?
So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.
What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.
Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.