like sunlight on the wings of birds [this still needs formatting] fr Richard Brautigan failing all else,I search my pockets for change, the payphone on the corner, still ringing & no-one wants to answer it, we know the stories & hold our bodies back for the right practitioners & its snowing here in the city & the sun is out & I am drinking tea in unusual places & she is miles away in a car doing whatever it is she does but I know she is doing it well rob mclennan