a sparrow winged by my window—
flashed a brief absence of c o r i a n d e r hues—
and I thought it had to be you.
The ghastly art a day gives.
Science has permission to dissect the color of sky
for our opera gl a s se s;
Messiah or whomever never thought this far ahead.
Could you s u pply some literature
about these thebans?