17 April 2008. Warm gray skies, shifts in wind. A newsprint advertising flyer--bright colors--slips from top of green recycling bin. Street life--parade of the cotidienne. Nose of the 2006 at edge of window, AC Transit monster, roaring off now down the avenue. Voices: "I'll turn on the machine and get it done for you." Window again: the elder doctor's lanky walk, heading up the hill. Then: book merchant--Tim--his crinkled black leather coat, wire-rims, noticeable stride...
Zora Neale Hurston: stories from the South--Eatonville--Janie and Tea Cake. An understated sympathy for each of the names, for the inflections, the twists and turns. "Aw, don't make God look so foolish--findin' fault wid everything He made."
Pesach, too...
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