"And why should we not thank the sun / for life and warmth it lavishes on all / regardless of caste or class"
"Goldenrod, is your dying hard? I know, / I know dying's hard. Are you reaching toward, you know, or just reaching?"
"Last Love, I am all that is left. Forgive me. / I did not see you coming. Forgive me. // Last Love, every day without you was a life / I crawled out of. Amen."
"One day I stopped in a lobby for cocktails and hors d’oeuvres / and ever since, the life of this world has seemed still."