Back Then, I Couldn't Have Left A

I'm Seventy-one Now, So It's Hard To Imagine A Dramatic Change.

The Irony Is, Going To Work Every Day Became The Subject Of Probably My Best Poetry.

You Have To Follow Where The Poem Leads. And It Will Surprise You. It Will Say Things You Didn't Expect To Say. And You Look At The Poem And You Realize, 'that Is Truly What I Felt.' That Is Truly What I Saw.

I Write What's Given Me To Write.

Now I Must Wait And Be Still And Say Nothing I Don't Know, Nothing I Haven't Lived Over And Over, And That's Everything.