I manage a toast to the Christmas treeand one to the sweet absurdityin the miracle of the verb to be.Lucky you, lucky me.– Miller Williams
Mapmaker mapmakermake me a mapone to one scale, without a single gap.Map every rock,every thought, every treeand erase all the territory.– Joseph GordonLevitt
Ripe summer’s sweetness drippedin pearls from every treeand into my opened hearta little drop ran down.– Edith Sdergran