I Listen To Jazz About Three Hours

Back Then, I Couldn't Have Left A Poem A Year And Gone Back To It.

Now I Must Wait And Be Still And Say Nothing I Don't Know, Nothing I Haven't Lived Over And Over, And That's Everything.

How Weightless/ Words Are When Nothing Will Do.

My Mother Carried On And Supported Us; Her Ambition Had Been To Write Poetry And Songs.

If That Voice That You Created That Is Most Alive In The Poem Isn't Carried Throughout The Whole Poem, Then I Destroy Where It's Not There, And I Reconstruct It So That That Voice Is The Dominant Voice In The Poem.