If Heaven and Hell both contain,
All the value judgements they purport to,
Then I am content to stay in the dirt,
And the seeds,
And the wind.

Dictionaries Will Only Carry You So Far

My children will understand the term "adult"
To be a big mixed-up combobulation of flashes of glimpses of different selves,
But one that certainly means continuing to be a child.

Set a Goal

I only want,
to understand who you are tonight,
and we each buy our own drinks.

The Retreat

I am your
fair wanderer impressed
upon pages, under wineglasses
Cohesive like the clots
that suffer the winds in your bloodstream.
I hold fast to this earth
I sit scolded at the bottom of the sea.

I had miscalculated, for Rhode was too much for me.