Reading? Morning.
Reading morning and a sky like the olive.

The auditorium has been waiting
for what seems like years,

She sweated, sweated and swore.
She predicted a total eclipse
as if it were replenishing shade.

With a great scuffle,
the meeting adjourned.
Calm turned to storm.

Crowned triumphant, he solved riddles,
told lies, made much of love and daughters.

Two clouds above the basilica tear apart like ancient pastries,
as cabs splash dark coronas on glistening cobble-walks.

people are laughing, people are throwing
their wine glasses against the sad fires