He Learned About Life At Sixteen, First

...what Makes You Older Is When Your Bones, Muscles And Blood Wear Out, When The Heart Sinks Into Oblivion And All The Houses You Ever Lived In Are Gone And People Are Not Really Certain That Your Civilization Ever Existed.

We Looked Like A Parade Barely Moving Toward You Might Get Lost.

Her Sunny Side Was Always Up.

I Believe I Saw A Woodcock. He Had A Long Bill Like Putting A Fire Hydrant Into A Pencil Sharpener, Then Pasting It Onto A Bird And Letting The Bird Fly Away In Front Of Me With This Thing On Its Face For No Other Purpose Than To Amaze Me.

Finding Is Losing Something Else. I Think About, Perhaps Even Mourn, What I Lost To Find This