And Now Such A Warm

I Don't Always, Or Even Usually, Read Stories From Beginning To End. I Start Anywhere And Proceed In Either Direction. A Story Is Not Like A Road To Follow, It's More Like A House. You Go Inside And Stay There For A While.

And Now Such A Warm Commotion, Such Busy Love.

Who Can Ever Say The Perfect Thing To The Poet About His Poetry?

For We Did Makeup. But We Didn't Forgive Each Other. And We Didn't Take Steps. And It Got To Be Too Late And We Saw That Each Of Us Had Invested Too Much In Being In The Right And We Walked Away And It Was A Relief.

The Story Fails But Your Faith In The Importance Of Doing The Story Doesn't Fail.