We Don't Have To Think

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.

Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow To Dance.

Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of Illusions Buckled With A Strap Of Facts.

There Have Been As Many Varieties Of Socialists As There Are Wild Birds That Fly In The Woods And Sometimes Go Up And On Through The Clouds.

Newspapers Tell Beforehand What Is Going To Happen - Maybe.