The Fortress of Solitude

Smoke scribbled in the air between them, the exhausted language, Serious unmentioned name etched in June.

Dylan and Mingus met according to no plan or reason, might have been darts hitting a calendar, a roulette of days.

Bus purring through leaf-blotched shadow.

Run-on sentence of cracked slate.

Cornices a horizon, lintels a slag in a canyon or quarry wall.

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