The Swarms
I tell ya, we could sure use those swallows to return to the Out There. The only thing thicker than the swarms of riders the past couple nights, have been the swarms of gnats. Believe it or not, and contrary to popular mythology, those little flying buggers are not my preferred mid-ride snack. Well, fortunately their time is relatively short, the period of their greatest annoyance, even without the swallows picking them off, will pass before long. Mouth closed and head down should do the trick in the meantime. " Full pummelling fisticuffs Stitch over stitch In and out Impercepibly kaleidoscopic Swirling from ear to ear Sporadic Thrumming mystical notes Notes of whisper Whisper in the ear Now a bothered swish of clawing Cleaving slipping fingers Immalleable rolling universal ball... " (from The Gnat Nebulae, T. Wignesan, 1957)
