The place they hand out brilliant ideas is pretty well hidden, and the people who work there know many disguises.
It's hot and bright the way a foundry's lit. Nothing but headlines behind the building, headlines that have been read to tatters, though a deep understanding remains elusive. A flock of unusual birds sloops by and vanishes, maybe parakeets.
The precision of tent pegs entering a grassy ledge near a mountain stream full of rainbow trout offers unexpected reassurance,
The way astonishment sparks out from a mother's fur coat to the child being left behind, who another day seeks the closet to touch the coat again, as if against a future loss, a more terrible one.
