Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make any sense.
In the Honda, they don’t talk as much as they used to. Cell phones, I guess. At 10 and 12, almost 11 and 13, Henry and Viol…