Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But

Some Poems Present Themselves As Cliffs That Need To Be Climbed. Others Are So Defensive That When You Approach Their Enclosure You Half Expect To Be Met By A Snarling Dog At The Gate. Still Others Want To Smother You With Their Sticky Charms.

I Can Hardly Wait For Tomorrow, It Means A New Life For Me Each And Every Day.

I Associate The Garden With The Whole Experience Of Being Alive, And So, There Is Nothing In The Range Of Human Experience That Is Separate From What The Garden Can Signify In Its Eagerness And Its Insistence, And In Its Driving Energy To Live -- To Grow, To Bear Fruit.

I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At The Edge Of The Road.

Darling, Do You Remember The Man You Married? Touch Me, Remind Me Who I Am.