* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how