Another one of those odd little things from April 2003.
On the night after Patrick met Patrick to joust with their gladsome épées, Felix awoke (and rushed toward the coffee-pot) at 3.04 am.
O fortunate Felix, who can read Caelica as sparrows sleep and airplanes mumble sweet nothings! O happy city, where poets crow haikus at the silver encroachment of dawn!
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-09-13 at 09:36
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