Here Are Your Waters And Your Watering

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.

One Could Do Worse Than Be A Swinger Of Birches.

One Luminary Clock Against The Sky Proclaimed The Time Was Neither Wrong Nor Right.

I Dwell In A Lonely House I Know That Vanished Many A Summer Ago.

For Me The Initial Delight Is In The Surprise Of Remembering Something I Didn't Know I Knew. I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew.