Of all the many salient features
of childhood I remember teachers.
Right after birth you get attention,
they cater to you, not to mention
...
A voice of substance,
to pierce gray cirrus clouds,
a disobedient angel
dismissed by God
...
The salesman looked at me and grinned.
'You make me laugh, you really do.
The question is, can I sell wind
to unsuspecting buyers, you
...
A crash destroyed my happy dream,
it must be glass that loudly shattered,
turns out a palm frond that I'd left,
just slightly yellow, and preparing
...
I loved my parents that Spring day
and had no reservation.
Let me describe this if I may,
this time of admiration.
...
A radish popped out of the ground
it had red cheeks, his face was round
the leafy hair he had was green
and little else could then be seen
...
It was a day full of tristesse.
The birds knew it,
dogs, wolves and roaches
sensed it,
...
Born in the snow-capped Cascade Ranges
a timid junior river sings its song.
A voice of loneliness, a sad and tearful longing,
cool waters burble through the valley, the Snoqualmie.
...
It's only you that sees the fog
and finds himself so lost within
the murmur of familiar voices,
do let the kindness of the sun
...
They say the years from one to five,
when tiny tots become alive,
li'l professors they are, really
as they take in and store so freely
...