Suspect Too Much Sweet Talk But Never

Don't Be Surprised If I Demur, For, Be Advised My Passport's Green.

If You Have The Words, There's Always A Chance That You'll Find The Way.

I've Always Associated The Moment Of Writing With A Moment Of Lift, Of Joy, Of Unexpected Reward.

Even If The Last Move Did Not Succeed, The Inner Command Says Move Again.

The Dotted Line My Father's Ashplant Made On Sandymount Strand Is Something Else The Tide Won't Wash Away.