Wrinkles come
Sometimes the wrinkles come to this part of the cloth.
:- Doug.

If the animals could speak personally to us, call us by name, would we yet eat them?
:- Doug.
Invite subtly, so subtly we think it was our idea. Softly. Less than whisper.
:- Doug.
On a crisp autumn day twenty some years ago I was waiting at a traffic signal on East Jefferson Blvd. Through my open windows the sunlight became sharp, and all the leaves, people, and cars stood out distinctly from their backgrounds. Every thing was fresh, sharp, and new, yet nothing was different.
:- Doug.
I think we can get to a better humanity: it will take us a few centuries.
:- Doug.
We are lifting up humanity
giving it a great shaking
setting it down in the precise
same place yet all becomes
green fresh unexplored same
:- Doug.