It Seems To Me Further,

It Is A Much More Straightforward Thing To Be A Dog, And A Dog's Love, Once Given, Is Not Reconsidered.

I Long For Another Human Face Just As I Fear It.

She Fell Asleep, Leaning On His Chest, And He Edged Her A Little Off A Particularly Painful Bruise, Leaned His Head Back Against The Tree He Had Propped Them Up Against, And Closed His Own Eyes.

One Keeps Searching For Ease, She Did Not Say, And Not Finding It, Till The Memories Of No-pain Seem Only Like Daydreams.

Laughter Went On And On, Like Sunlight And Stone, Even If The Human Beings Who Laughed Did Not.