I Say Yes When I

Since There Is No Place Large Enough To Contain So Much Happiness, You Shrug, You Raise Your Hands, And It Flows Out Of You Into Everything You Touch. You Are Not Responsible. You Take No Credit, As The Night Sky Takes No Credit For The Moon, But Continues To Hold It, And Share It, And In That Way, Be Known.

I'm Writing Mostly To Thank You For Living You Eighty Years And To Tell You I Love You And Think Of You Often.

This Is The World I Want To Live In. The Shared World.

I Keep Thinking, We Teach Children To Use Language To Solve Their Disputes. We Teach Them Not To Hit And Fight And Bite. Then Look What Adults Do!

Poetry [is] More Necessary Than Ever As A Fire To Light Our Tongues.