Insomnia" Perhaps She's A Daytime Sleeper.

Topography Displays No Favorites; North's As Near As West. More Delicate Than The Historians' Are The Map-makers' Colors.

I Was Made At Right Angles To The World And I See It So. I Can Only See It So.

The Whole Shadow Of Man Is Only As Big As His Hat.

It Was Cold And Windy, Scarcely The Day To Take A Walk On That Long Beach Everything Was Withdrawn As Far As Possible, Indrawn: The Tide Far Out, The Ocean Shrunken, Seabirds In Ones Or Twos. The Rackety, Icy, Offshore Wind Numbed Our Faces On One Side; Disrupted The Formation Of A Lone Flight Of Canada Geese; And Blew Back The Low, Inaudible Rollers In Upright, Steely Mist.

Open The Book. (the Gilt Rubs Off The Edges Of The Pages And Pollinates The Fingertips.)