I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Poems Aren't Postcards To Send Home.

I Have Been Cut In Two.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow. When I See It, Suddenly, In The Air, All Little And White And Moving; Then I Am In Love Again And Very Young And I Believe Everything.

What's The Point Of Fighting The Dollars When All You Need Is A Warm Bed? When The Dog Barks You Let Him In. All We Need Is Someone To Let Us In. And One Other Thing: To Consider The Lilies In The Field.