As the rain lingers.

As the rain lingers, wilful, in the river--

meticulous, alert, the elemental part of a thousand pronouns--
the worlds cros the astonishing border,
and leave as a wake, as ruinous traces,
the instincts of the dust.

Jose Emilio Pacheco

--Don't worry about the noise, says Miro. It's the flamenco.

It is the conclusion of a long sultry day. disclosed there the street is awash with rain, grit, and the remains of the sunny place Miro sits with his back to the window onward a crimson chair. Around him, what he calls his icons testify to a life lived full in ...