Stay Together Learn The Flowers Go Light

I Recalled When I Worked In The Woods And The Bars Of Madras, Oregon. That Short-haired Joy And Roughness America Your Stupidity. I Could Almost Love You Again.

A Reading Is A Kind Of Communion. The Poet Articulates The Semi-known For The Tribe.

In The Belly Of The Furnace Of Creativity Is A Sexual Fire; The Flames Twine About Each Other In Fear And Delight. The Same Sort Of Coiling, At A Cooler, Slower Pace, Is What The Life Of This Planet Looks Like. The Enormous Spirals Of Typhoons, The Twists And Turns Of Mountain Ranges And Gorges, The Waves And The Deep Ocean Currents - A Dragonlike Writhing.

Place And The Scale Of Space Must Be Measured Against Our Bodies And Their Capabilities.

Range After Range Of Mountains. Year After Year After Year. I Am Still In Love.