Hero at LunchK. Lorraine Graham
The sun is too— The wind is too— Men in the sun. I am not in the sun and so cannot sit and read. Hear a bird and think “bird.” Then, “dead bird.” It has not been a good year for birds. Men playing boule in the sun in suits. Men with suitcases smoking say “good afternoon” to other men with suitcases.
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