He knows of a man who was so proud… Now this son wanted to follow in t… He learned how to race bicycles an… He then learned how to race motorc… Always this son followed his dad,…

Oh what spell of magic could he we… Were his pen a magic wand, a wizar… Oh spell of joyous laughter sounds… For powerful’s the magic just one… But,...whwhaWhat’s haHappening he…

A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up

Look not to the rubbish, her frien… The discarded cement slabs, The rusty tin. But, rather, Look to the pelicans

They were lying side by side In the mud, in the foreign mud. Listening to the music Of fire and steel, and jagged stee… With fear squeezing their hearts

She has so many penpals But they’re pretty much the same Except for their hometowns And all of their names. She has one from Italy and Berlin

Wearily subsided in his chair As he plays Music, flowing through lined walls As he furiously knocks upon keys Oh, hopelessly he is caught

Aunt Maude Anderson, her Auntie, Wrinkles carved in your gentle fac… Where children’s exploring paws Once found a place— A place to feel warmth of sun and…

Remember, Her brother When they tried to play The awkward phrases, Precious, for what they so loved

Many years have gone by since He last saw you and he finds You more beautiful then He ever did before He thought he was in love with

She likes eating shoes Eights, twelves or even twos. All day long she eats, eats, eats. She eats them off of people’s feet… She can’t stand it, she’s going wi…

Her friend’s long skirt makes plum… She lies here listening to the whi… That sends its ancient answers far… And tries to pull their meanings i… Elizabeth is bending near the shor…

If she was a bird would she fly in… Disintegrate in the morning’s glow… Would she fly above the trees? Impaled upon the branches. Could she fly on the wind?

He had a dream There’s no nations in his country… No small people from the herd, No chauvinists and priests, No religion too.

There is so much talk of the mothe… But what about the other. So wise, so strong, so caring, Always giving, Always sharing. Stable shoulder to lay out their f…