Summer In The Trees! “it Is Time

This Rose Became A Bandanna, Which Became A House, Which Became Infused With All Passion, Which Became A Hideaway, Which Became Yes I Would Like To Have Dinner, Which Became Hands, Which Became Lands, Shores, Beaches, Natives On The Stones, Staring And Wild Beasts In The Trees, Chasing The Hats Of Lost Hunters, And All This Deserves A Tone.

Politics Is There The Way Men And Women Are There, The Way The Atlantic Ocean Is There. Sometimes I've Written About Politics Specifically, I Mean About Politics As It's Understood On Television And In Newspapers.

When You Finish A Poem, It Clicks Shut Like The Top Of A Jewel Box, But Prose Is Endless. I Haven't Experienced An Awful Lot Of Clicking Shut!

I Love Painting And Music, Of Course. I Don't Know Nearly As Much About Them As I Know About Poetry. I've Certainly Been Influenced By Fiction. I Was Overwhelmed By War And Peace When I Read It, And I Didn't Read It Until I Was In My Late 20s.

It Takes A Long Time To Publish A Book.