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Show XI. I r a r e l y spoke, you hummed; the c a r 's monotony droned the heat-waved shambles of Reno approaching...hope, and cowboy love-houses whispering by. S t i l l , nothing l e s s , the miracle t h a t dav, at noon: vou turned bridal in an Exxon restroom-all around u s , aces dropped like autumnleaves. "Not one, or n e i t h e r , nor the o t h e r . . ." mid-ceremony, the J u s t i c e coughed, excused, and pardoned to get tea. Behind h i s back, the rented witness, confidingly, upturned a thumb above her mouth, and clucked: "glue! erlug!" XII. I t s honey and i t s flower-ten months we've had our paradigm, postcard-pure and simple: we wake and find a bay, window-framed, light waves lapping as we are here, to watch the dav pour down. We do the sensible, and wait, expectant, for the knock to come and take us back to t h e i r . .. Last night we t a l k e d , illumined, by our sense of old despair, and sipped, inseparable-I was appeased. To what ends touched your hair! and sweet, the summersweat g l i s t e n e d your l i p, anomalous, like nothing e l s e. |