I Am The People The

The Secret Of Happiness Is To Admire Without Desiring.

I Wrote Poems In My Corner Of The Brooks Street Station. I Sent Them To Two Editors Who Rejected Them Right Off. I Read Those Letters Of Rejection Years Later And I Agreed With Those Editors.

The Buffaloes Are Gone. And Those Who Saw The Buffaloes Are Gone.

It Was Here We Turned The Coffee Cups Upside Down. And Your Eyes And The Moon Swept The Valley.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.