Gasoline prices went down so I could visit more often
the insignificance was noticeable
reason eluded me
you were bathing in a lake very near to where I was floating by
with my umbrella
thought came as easy as breath
darkness was less complacent
I had time to stop thinking
you were here
I hadn’t cut the grass because the yellow flowers were so beautiful
asleep in the room where my wife is now sleeping
january was colder
I could look at a blackbird the way Wallace Stevens did and not think
about Plato