Because Of The Dog’s Joyfulness, Our Own

The World Is: Fun, And Familiar, And Healthful, And Unbelievably Refreshing, And Lovely. And It Is The Theater Of The Spiritual; It Is The Multiform Utterly Obedient To A Mystery.

Because Of The Dog’s Joyfulness, Our Own Is Increased. It Is No Small Gift.

Almost Anything Is Too Much. I Am Trying In My Poems To Have The Reader Be The Experiencer. I Do Not Want To Be There. It Is Not Even A Walk We Take Together.

Are My Boots Old? Is My Coat Torn? / Am I No Longer Young, And Still Not Half-perfect?

Also I Wanted To Be Able To Love And We All Know How That One Goes, Don't We? Slowly