At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum Trying to cross the street
It was late, the street Was brightly lit, the opossum would take A few steps forward, then back away from the breath Of moving traffic
People coming out of the ba...
What's the best thing in the world
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
Patience, hard thing
the hard thing but to pray,
But bid for,
Patience is
When baby wakes of mornings,
Then it's wake, ye people all
For another
Of song and
At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from
Seemed like a sound in his mind
He knew that he heard it,
What a strange thing
to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms