By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me

The Other Guineahen Died Of A Broken Heart And We Came To New York. I Used To Sit At A Table,drawing Wings With A Pencil That Kept Breaking And I Kept Remembering How Your Mind Looked When It Slept For Several Years,to Wake Up Asking Why. So Then You Turned Into A Photograph Of Somebody Who’s Trying Not To Laugh At Somebody Who’s Trying Not To Cry

That Which We Die For Lives As Wholly As That Which We Live For Dies.

Once We Believe In Ourselves, We Can Risk Curiosity, Wonder, Spontaneous Delight, Or Any Experience That Reveals The Human Spirit.

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

Always It’s Spring)and Everyone’s In Love And Flowers Pick Themselves.