HERE’S HOW LOUD THE PAST IS

Today there is rain falling from a tree everywhere in Providence, and Providence is free to move around in but you can’t lock your bike in front of the federal building, said a man whose authority seemed to be his hat, and that he had a badge to match it.

I do feel a little better knowing that my authority is entirely fictionalized; even if I do pretend that it’s an outfit, I will still eventually have to be naked.

While I was holding large sheets of yellow paper, I thought of: a cactus, a photograph of a canyon, that feeling after swimming.

Reading Midwinter Day this close to summer is like touching the command key. It can be so nice when nothing happens; the rain just keeping on with the trees.