Wild Nights — Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile — the Winds —
To a Heart in port —
Done with the Compass —
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden —
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor — Tonight —
In Thee!

-- Emily! goodness. The gods gave her five exclamation points and this was important.

Last night:
New brakes and the joy of having him hand ME the wrenches thankyouverymuch, it's only guidepins and a piston... Wandering while waiting for Thai food led to Bookstore (closed?) to windowshop but then a face at the door - Bill with cheap wine and cigarettes and classical music loud on the radio, my favourite surfer Marxist. Phil nicetomeetyou young and earnestly quiet convert. dad Relates; he & Bill go a-zeitgeisting and my two cents hit the bar. Joni & EH bought, addresses left, home with Thai food yesyes and curry to take home but only after we talk and talk with cats on the table. Dad and I on the couch reading Moveable Feast outloud - what do you mean you've never read this you love the man - best out loud. I lose my voice and he talks about Huxley and the LSD experience and generations and Home and women and men. Off to my own small-H home for long on phone, scary and mean but held and safe, Home.