S is the shape that never dissolves, a rubber trumpet, a plastic octopus. Did you learn these moves watching acrobats? Such bones are more
Workers have stumbled on an old road under Pisa’s tower, leaning now with millennial seriousness of purpose. In restauro and Chuiso, the signs read,
That church on Rue de Rivoli we entered to get out of the rain someone invisible playing the organ high notes out of tune