Men and girl pilots brushed shoulders easily as the tan and pink sunset conquered the sky.

Soon it would be dark and they would hear the cry of the chee-tah. I am so happy to be here again. Yes, isn’t it fine! What has become of Santa Claus? I don’t know. I haven’t seen him around! Look–I think that’s he! For now, the simple carved lemon blossom leaf delighted every palate. And the cold hooker the Malay call the moon ran shining through the mid-November sky.

Kenneth Koch, The Red Robbins

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