“I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee high”

“Pigeons on the grass alas.
Pigeons on the grass alas.
Short longer grass short longer longer shorter yellow grass.
Pigeons large pigeons on the shorter longer yellow grass alas pigeons on the grass.”

“I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.”
-In the yellow time of pollen”

“O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody loves,
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
When the grass is soft as the breast of doves
And shivering-sweet to the touch?
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?”

“I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.”

“I'm gonna live where the green grass grows, watch my corn pop up in rows.
Every night, be tucked in close to you.
Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed.
Point our rocking chairs towards the west.
Plan our dreams where the peaceful river flows.
Where the green grass grows.”

“And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass”

“I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.”

“And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead / children out of the fields into the text / of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.”

“I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”