A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar

I Wonder About The Trees. Why Do We Wish To Bear Forever The Noise Of These More Than Another Noise So Close To Our Dwelling Place?

Have I Not Walked Without An Upward Look Of Caution Under Stars That Very Well Might Not Have Missed Me When They Shot And Fell? It Was A Risk I Had To Take-and Took.

End Is A Gloomy Word.

College Is A Refuge From Hasty Judgment.

Writing Free Verse Is Like Playing Tennis With The Net Down.