"Did he tell you about the little black horse he broke?" Don said. "We'd run a bunch of wild horses in. I'd ride one. He'd ride one. He lost the little black horse. It ran away to the mountains."
"He likes poetry and music," Mrs. Rouse said.
"He used to read poetry before he went to bed," Don said. "He and his wife used to read poetry to each other in bed."
"Sentimental stuff," Roger said.
"Here's one book he put out under the name of Robert Service," Don said.
"You see what I have to put up with?" Roger said.
"He wrote a poem on a shirt cardboard in Seattle," Jovanovich said, "but he threw it away."
"Was it about love?" Roger asked.
"I told him if I could write, I'd write a poem called Tomorrow Today Will Be Yesterday," Jovanovich said, "and he had taken off on that. I found it in the waste can, and he polished it up."
"My poems have to do with life and kindness," Roger said.