Because I Could Not Stop For Death,

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

Answer July- Where Is The Bee- Where Is The Blush- Where Is The Hay? Ah, Said July- Where Is The Seed- Where Is The Bud- Where Is The May- Answer Thee-me-

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

I Dwell In Possibility.

This Is My Letter To The World That Never Wrote To Me