Flowers Always Have It - Poise, Completion,

God May Want You To Be The Answer To Your Own Prayer.

This Is What One Thirsts For, I Realize, After The Smallness Of The Day, Of Work, Of Details, Of Intimacy - Even Of Communication, One Thirsts For The Magnitude And Universality Of A Night Full Of Stars, Pouring Into One Like A Fresh Tide.

My Father Taught Me That A Bill Is Like A Crying Baby And Has To Be Attended To At Once.

After All, I Don't See Why I Am Always Asking For Private, Individual, Selfish Miracles When Every Year There Are Miracles Like White Dogwood.

When I Cannot Write A Poem, I Bake Biscuits And Feel Just As Pleased.