For all my frazzled and freshemeled American friends
“He was floating at a steady pace with a rip in the water. If I hadn’t been there, or if I had just been a minute later I wouldn’t have seen him.”
...And look up at the mountain and write is just what she intends to do.
Before those people understood What it was to sink Beneath tides of human despair — How long, then, do you think?
God Makes Our Next Door Neighbor
...Considering that as the World class poet that I be Considerably worse might be Expected out of me!
Our beautiful, beautiful planet