It is enough to be happy—but why? Is it enough to be only happy. The decision must be made It is the color of the mountain that we said goodbye in an embrace of America, no more, the meet of circumstance, its content, but America is the elusive We want to talk about America and he mentions his garden. America is the color of the California poppy, surely. It is enough that chance manifests itself among these specifics that exist in place of what we understand. It is silly to ask questions of the profound It is enough that the conclusion of arm to shoulder meets no exclusion of possibility. Just look profundity in the face We are not the same everything is so imagined it is all about us where is it as America.
19 July 1973