The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.

After The Sunset On The Prairie, There Are Only The Stars

In The Night The Cabbages Catch At The Moon, The Leaves Drip Silver, The Rows Of Cabbages Are A Series Of Little Silver Waterfalls In The Moon.

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.

The Impact Of Television On Our Culture Is Just Indescribable.