He had but to speak He had but to speak aloud the words that came into his head, and those around him would fall in line. Shane Carruth, Primer wordscommunicationpersuasion
Crown A Poem by Kay Ryan www.poetryfoundation.org Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to. naturetreesmelancholytouch