I Spin On The Circle Of Wave

Donde Termina El Arco Iris, En Tu Alma O En El Horizonte? Where Does The Rainbow End, In Your Soul Or On The Horizon?

What Did The Tree Learn From The Earth To Be Able To Talk With The Sky?

Then Scale By Scale, We Strip Off The Delicacy And Eat The Peaceful Mush Of Its Green Heart.

I Think It Was Very Informative, But A Lot Still Needs To Be Done.

The Typewriter Separated Me From A Deeper Intimacy With Poetry, And My Hand Brought Me Closer To That Intimacy Again.