Between bold last leaves seeps the play of sun. {-} Afternoon autumn, still supporting leaves: their greatest glory d'composition I cast myself without self between, on and through and so all around. Rhythmically, slowly (in innocence of every good word beginning with "b") Riding up--through, the bicyclist: "le merveilleux peuple..." Rhythmically repeating on the rotation of a wheel. So many people ... continue reading