for an instant words
bob up in a music flow
vacuous · twinkling
and dull gray noon is burning
i pass my turn and go back
salmon-apricot
sky this morning as prior
and will blossom again
nilca and gnomic salmon
kodak turncoat apricot
a tiny lizard
gold porchlight · lotophagoi
dog collar tinkling
in a dark livingroom
mix two kinds of granola
sunny and dark clouds
and words fail · furious shift
sands · a body floating
crimson glow on a building
turns cobalt as i slog back
its windows as bright
as that day of wild watching
folk running from dust
my own past has but scant sign
of tracks · contrails gold against
"The only books in Santayana's cell were his own--and a set or Toynbee's recently published history, which he was reading characteristically; that is, he first broke (or foxed) the spine of the book and undid the sections; then, as he finished reading each section, he would throw it in the wastebasket."
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