realizing finally that not every thought,
                          every feeling, every thing
                        needs a word to make it real--
                           green trees are only green
                               and blue skies blue,
                                  a breeze really does simply refresh,
                          without a poet's artifice . . .
                             all of my life--and yours
                               are free to cascade into a place
                                 where words can only evoke
                            the palest of memories
                         and never bring back
                            a world of what could have been . . .