A Poem Begins With A Lump In

I'm Always Saying Something That's Just The Edge Of Something More.

Being The Boss Anywhere Is Lonely. Being A Female Boss In A World Of Mostly Men Is Especially So.

No, In Country Money, The Country Scale Of Gain, The Requisite Lift Of Spirit Has Never Been Found.

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

A Mother Takes Twenty Years To Make A Man Of Her Boy, And Another Woman Makes A Fool Of Him In Twenty Minutes.