The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins.
Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in the coffin depths grow the everlasting flowers sent by telegraph.
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Sequoia seeds have flat wings, and glint and glance in their flight like a boy's kite.