“ A peels an apple, while B kneels to God,C telephones to D, who has a handOn E’s knee, F coughs, G turns up the sodFor H’s grave, I do not understandBut J is bringing one clay pigeon downWhile K brings… Howard Nemerov
“ I ran a constant low fever waiting for my ride to come and take me away to something finer. I lay in bed at night, watching the red beacon on top of the water tower, a clear signal to me of the beauty… Garrison Keillor
