XXVIII
                              I. studied the afternoon sky, for 6 o’clock,
                              June seventh, two-0-0-7, the color
                              was vaguely lavender, I.’s favorite, and Greenpoint,
                              because of the light, was all but illuminated
                              and he looked up, as if for instruction, but there
                              wasn’t even one cloud to distract him nor were there
                              pigs lying down with porcupines nor had
                              Grumman and Lockheed started making kiddie-kars
                              under the aegis of the Free Methodists or
                              in Cheltenham north of Broad Street the Reconstructionists.