Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Unless I Can Shake Myself Free Of My Dog, My Flag, Of My Desk, My Mind, I Find Life A Bit Of A Drag. Not Always, Mind You. Usually I'm Like My Frying Pan Useful, Graceful, Sturdy And With No Caper, No Plan.

Someone Is Dead. Even The Trees Know It, Those Poor Old Dancers Who Come On Lewdly, All Pea-green Scarfs And Spine Pole.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.