Coal Oil Point No. 10 We begin in the afternoon blind with it our first try at it and the sun always the sun. Toward evening I look at my hands I look at you asleep across the room. Your breathing is slow and even the air here strong and wet as seawind or peeled fruit around you. It stays this way until late the room the light. At nightfall I sit at the window naked and the wind rises. William Timberman |