the newspaper boy once told melove is loud. scream three times each day, and someone will at least feed you: sugar-snap peas thrown, showeringlike

To think there is such a thingas a good dayis to neglect the sun’s eternal indifferenceto the clouds and fogthat bottle it

(Where neither photography nor sketching were allowed)  I. The freighted thud of a rock hitting an ice sheeted pond. No crack. White