Balloons are in their element today the sky a perfect, fresh-mint shade of blue without a wisp of cloud. My sister sucks lemon juice
Gardenias sometimes, by happy accident, burst forth a second time, fall, late summer after a green rest, a spurt of botanical passion before sleep.
—Heraclitus (translated by Brooks Haxton) If the spur-winged plover’s code, unbroken, makes the night more mysterious than the moon-streaked ruins, if the song &