How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose A World Where Things Only Almost Meet labyrinthsalgorithmsbeautyprocess
Crown A Poem by Kay Ryan www.poetryfoundation.org Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to. naturetreesmelancholytouch