they think thin. they expect to win, and are not known for patience. muscle and hustle are among their virtues, but not persistentime; they are at ease in alleys thick with grime, though they keep clean as the dream of tomorrow. they…
we meet them as hunters holding emeralds and limes; they come on as olives, as myrtles and pines; we name Kelly and Harlequin, hang mosses with jade; from Irel_and army to celadon sea, so onwords is our forest made. in the name…
they say it in the quiet hour, whispering: there is a flower. in almost all the worlds it’s red as rising mercury is tinted, red as [s]lips would flush to whisper all the words at which eyes’ glints have hinted. for this…