The hour circled around an account of the swallow’s flight. From the Rocca, the massive fortress tower of Umbertide, The sky was a sewing pattern. Scissors feathered in black Exposed the deceit of the evening blue, their dives Cutting the air. Around the solid...
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Davis called, told me he was dying. He said his case was – here was essence of Davis — time sensitive. “Come visit,” he said. “Bid farewell to the ragged rider.” “You?” I said. “The cigarette hater? That’s just wrongness.” “Nonetheless, brother, come.” “Who was...
