September 10, 2007

Not much. Hot summer day. Loved the eagerness of my poetry class, the forwardness of some, the bashfulness of others. Handsome Riley like a gold prince in a legend. The serious girls at the corner of the table, whom I watch to see if I am being just. Righteous Gabriel at my elbow, who must seethe when I play light with sacred things. I play light with all sacred things, for they are the toys of the glad spirit.