What Can We Do When Even The

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

Atlantis Will Rise Again.

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.