It’s History. It’s Poetry.

She Wasn't Doing A Thing That I Could See, Except Standing There Leaning On The Balcony Railing, Holding The Universe Together.

Oh, It's Lovely To See You!' Franny Said As The Cab Moved Off. 'i've Missed You.' The Words Were No Sooner Out Than She Realized That She Didn't Mean Them At All.

I Have So Much I Want To Tell You, And Nowhere To Begin.

She Was There, And She Was The Whole City, And That’s That.

I Know. I'm Very Hard To Talk To. I Realize That.