In this year one can see a long-suffering face several ways. Little saints start appearing now, when we hope they will begin to set sail for the gulf. A preoccupation though is convulsing from every angle. Running from a friend to say that he was indisposed, with a buffer of dry emotion on either side, we can begin to rot away in the damp. The rain might come into the creeks an inlets, freeing us from a thriving dry summit.
running the whole length of the horizon...