- An early good night is called for. The universe seems to have disappeared. Poetry and the night both come from what we don’t know. #
- A mere 103 today. My favorite lizard has move to the shade of a dying rose and puffs frantically in the heat. #
- A dizzy, forest-green grasshopper crash lands in the mustard greens. A squirrel leaps and misses the limb. #
- I’ve been writing on page 137 for an hour. O #
- Neighborhood is still, not a breath of air, no children shouting, no cars driving, only the guttural sounds of straining air conditioners. #
- There’s an element of despair in the air. Not even them smell of smoking charcoal. I may take some ice and shake it around in a tin can. #
- Should have gone to Fr. Worth, room at Marriott, dinner at Silver Fox, breakfast at Fuzzy, lunch lakeside at the MMA. #
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