But My Future Is A Secret. /

Let There Be Seasons So That Our Tongues Will Be Rich In Asparagus And Limes.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow. When I See It, Suddenly, In The Air, All Little And White And Moving; Then I Am In Love Again And Very Young And I Believe Everything.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.

I Have A Black Look I Do Not Like. It Is A Mask I Try On. I Migrate Toward It And Its Frog Sits On My Lips And Defecates.