Poverty plus confidence equals pioneers. We never doubted. - William Stafford

You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes.

Poetry Its door opens near. It’s a shrine by the road, it’s a flower in the parking lot of The Pentagon, it says, “Look around, listen. Feel the air.” It interrupts international telephone lines with a tune. When traffic lines jam, it gets out and dances on the bridge. If great people get distracted by fame they forget this essential kind of breathing and they die inside their gold shell. When caravans cross deserts it is the secret treasure hidden under the jewels.

Evening came, a paw, to the gray hut by the river.