All We Are Is Eyes Looking For

There Are Things That Can't Be Said, Because It's Hard To Have To Know Them.

Outside The Leaves On The Trees Constricted Slightly; They Were The Deep Done Green Of The Beginning Of Autumn. It Was A Sunday In September. There Would Only Be Four. The Clouds Were High And The Swallows Would Be Here For Another Month Or So Before They Left For The South Before They Returned Again Next Summer.

There Is A Kind Of Poetry, Bad And Good, In Evrything, Everywhere We Look.

Happy Is What You Realize You Are A Fraction Of A Second Before It's Too Late.

A Game One Of My Sisters Will Play With Me In My First Year Of Being Alive Is Called Good Baby, Bad Baby. This Consists Of Being Told I Am A Good Baby Until I Smile And Laugh, Then Being Told I Am A Bad Baby Until I Burst Into Tears. This Training Will Stand Me In Good Stead All Through My Life.