No I was wrong There is a beginning and there is an end
Eternal time is now and never
Ask your (dead) parents
Your carry-all is gone
Your black cat has a fatal condition
Your best friend isn’t any more
What is expected of when day is fogwhite
Absolute quiet on this side of glass
Late spring cold ground no pickax can penetrate
Each mistake left its scar
Nothing is expected of you
Nothing is
No That is wrong Now is
all that is
The oriole and the mourning doves
have returned