Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said 'Sky’—That is why I am the golden eternity. There are not two of us here, read...

The taste of rain —Why kneel?

April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns

And how sweet a story it is When you hear Charley Parker tell it, Either on records or at sessions, Or at offical bits in clubs,

Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire

Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads

One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon

But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain