Sestina in a Cafe: San Francisco ’89
Issue #50
Winter 1989
Even the surface of the street stirs; birds squawk up and circle; wind rushes from nowhere till tree limbs thrash. From two directions in the café, some kind of jazz whines— saxophone in one speaker, anxious, wire brush in the...
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