It Struck Me That Distant

The Person We Know At First, She Thinks, Is Not The One We Know At Last.

He Realized That He Had Thought Only About The First Step, Never Imagined The Last.

Yet She Likes Complications. She Wishes She Could Turn And Say: I Like People Who Unbalance Me.

They Told Me Corrigan Smashed All The Bones In His Chest When He Hit The Steering Wheel. I Thought, Well At Least In Heaven His Spanish Chick'll Be Able To Reach In And Grab His Heart.

One Small Cloud, Cast Out By The Herd, Limps Away To The West.