Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.

In A Dream You Are Never Eighty.

Poetry Is My Life, My Postmark, My Hands, My Kitchen, My Face.