Into the hay (what are with these trucks on I-80, heading toward the city?) and
haze thick enough to pall the day
in a pallor of stray rays,
from the Fairfield Pyramids
up the Foothills
and beyond. Arguably safer to stay indoors, in a mix-melange of sonic muses approximately from
Claude Debussy (looking Indianically devotional, but not Jonesian)
to Scott Joplin, but even here the heat proves a challenge, and we break a bit early, for publication preparation of page 4 part E Scene 2 Act V Mice and Men.
