If one day birds don’t alight on the sycamores outside our window, if they avoid our entire stretch of 73rd Street so that the
Who remembers her now with her polka-dotted dress, without sleeves, without any reason why she couldn’t say no when you asked to drive her
Brave Odysseus far from home as seas of sand were turned to glass turned to glass the superheated sand: July 16, 1945. Brave Odysseus