Rialto, February 2008
A little interlude from a personal favorite-
The river runs fast at the mouth where the shore is made of the sky, and the waves curl inward fanwise from the sea. For the swimmer there is no warning posted against the sharks that enter and patrol the channel.
Some time before sunset birds come to stalk or scurry along the sandbar, but before dark they are gone.
Paul Bowles, Points in Time