One Man Wrote Me, Saying, 'you Know

The Body Weeps The Tears The Eyes Never Shed.

I Got About Half The Time I Wanted To Write Poetry. I Got About Half The Time I Needed To Be A Father. So There Is Something In Adulthood That Has To Do With Accepting The Half Of Things, Allowing A Renunciation Of The Other Half, Accepting Half A Basket Instead Of A Full Basket.

The Distance Between The Adolescent And The True Adult Is About Five Thousand Miles, But The Distance Between The Adult And The Elder Is Almost As Large.

In The Sibling Society, Both The Adult And The Elder Get Lost, And No One Knows Where They Are.

Every Noon As The Clock Hands Arrive At Twelve, I Want To Tie The Two Arms Together, And Walk Out Of The Bank Carrying Time In Bags.