hoping I’ll get smarter, wiser, forge some kind of personal alchemy. The Cantos have been shelf-exiled for years, since I was out in the lagoon, but I’ve picked them up again, bought other books that might give me clues to the Ezra riddle. And as with pages ventured I seek out new city tracks to wander, and the city repays. I found the silver ash and crown, hope yet when people will dream and build and drape a tree with words.
