Yesterday afternoon was nice and wet and dark, and so I cleaned the old work desk. In the process, while listening to George Harrison’s Dark Horse album, sixty books were carefully dusted and moved, as well as my father’s old glass ashtray, his Hamilton wristwatch, my uncle’s pipe, and my stained glass dragonfly lamp. I had a wonderful time. This morning it’s still wet out, and even darker in. I took a picture, but the only thing that really showed in the dim natural light was the photograph of a very old Walt Whitman that graces my computer screen. You’ve seen the picture, I’m sure. And if you haven’t, it’s easy enough to find. I don’t mean online. I mean in your mind, in your mind, in your mind.