There Ought, I Thought, To Be A

August Rain: The Best Of The Summer Gone, And The New Fall Not Yet Born. The Odd Uneven Time.

If You Expect Nothing From Anybody, You’re Never Disappointed.

I Knew Chemistry Would Be Worse, Because I'd Seen A Big Card Of The Ninety-odd Elements Hung Up In The Chemistry Lab, And All The Perfectly Good Words Like Gold And Silver And Cobalt And Aluminum Were Shortened To Ugly Abbreviations With Different Decimal Numbers After Them.

A Skeptic, I Would Ask For Consistency First Of All.

Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.