Most mornings I get away, slip ou… the door before light, set forth o… road, letting my feet find a caden… that softly carries me on. Nobody is up—all alone my journey begins.

Anyone with quiet pace who walks a gray road in the West may hear a badger underground wher… in deep flint another time is Caught by flint and held forever,

Aristotle was a little man with eyes like a lizard, and he found a… down the midst of things, a smooth… much more important than the carve… on the coffins of the great.

Ours are the streets where Bess f… cancer. She went to work every day… secure houses. At her job in the l… she arranged better and better flo… students asked for books her hand…

Your exact errors make a music that nobody hears. Your straying feet find the great… walking alone. And you live on a world where stum…

Once in Mexico an old man was leading on a string—was it a cat? And we saw it was a tarantula sidling along in the dust, writing a message from God for people who

This is the field where the battle… where the unknown soldier did not… This is the field where grass join… where no monument stands, and the only heroic thing is the s…

The light by the barn that shines… pales at dawn when a little breeze… A little breeze comes breathing th… from their sleep and waking the sl… The slow windmill sings the long d…

“The broken part heals even strong… the rest,” they say. But that takes awhile. And, “Hurry up,” the whole world… They tap their feet. And it still…