My daughter, who used to be shy, gave me a lecture on dendrology once. We were up in the Michigan woods; she said some
I met the wilding colors of Arizona during my first trip out West. Rooted in sand, mouth open, I stood before a cliff-face of
Last night, last night I, too, felt fat with promise, wreathed in pearls, crowned in something celestial, fanciful, and drunk on light. It hung,