I Have Written Some Poetry That I

Poetry Is A Sky Dark With A Wild-duck Migration.

I'll Die Propped Up In Bed Trying To Do A Poem About America.

I Decided I Would Go To Chicago And Try My Luck As A Writer After Those Eight Months As A Fireman.

The Woman Named Tomorrow Sits With A Hairpin In Her Teeth And Takes Her Time

A Tough Will Counts. So Does Desire.so Does A Rich Soft Wanting.without Rich Wanting Nothing Arrives.