Let night make of it: love. Let daylight make of it: friendship.
My refrigerator auditions for operettas.
Maybe death comes when God runs out of rodeos.
Each of us can count our lovers on one heart.
Just make all the somedays soon.
Soon – apples, first frost, snow, heavy snow, flowers, crickets, today.
Found a galaxy just right for us! Free gravity, and they allow pets!
Don’t fake left without me!