"The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him."
-Rabindranath Tagore, Gitangali, Poem # 47, Scribner Publ., 1941
When I threw my father's wallet in the trash it
looked as useworn and natural
As the tongue of a grumpy tortoise.
I have looked at all the right monuments to perfection
And arrived poorly prepared with