The meaning of life
is carried by cool rain,
rivers flowing,
blue lakes.
...
Instead of walking,
theoretically,
one could swim
...
If I was a wild flower, an orchid,
in the Everglades, I might be
Like the butterflies in the cypress forest
...
On a breezy night last June,
walking by the dunes,
hummin' a tune;
the new moon
...