I Wake Expectant, Hoping To See A

Write About Winter In The Summer.

I Break Up Through The Skin Of Awareness A Thousand Times A Day, As Dolphins Burst Through Seas, And Dive Again, And Rise, And Dive.

Why Did I Have To Keep Learning This Same Thing Over And Over?

Love So Sprang At Her, She Honestly Thought No One Had Ever Looked Into It. Where Was It In Literature? Someone Would Have Written Something. She Must Not Have Recognized It. Time To Read Everything Again.

Are You Living Just A Little And Calling That Life?