A Spring Walk –
    After an evening of yard-raking and bonfires, and wild sweep of thundering skies, darkness lured me to town wanderings; down the alley by the dull evilly glowing fire remnant – Frederick sitting on a fence-post in the darkness; (his movements are like those of a mechanical doll, and unexhausted and spasmodic, he has and indefinable charm for me) – On Main street two youths talking eagerly in the obscure shadow of a church; house doors are open, and people sit quietly reading; on all hands are great blank spaces of inky blackness, with sharp violently lighted windows of stores; children playing around a hotel, the harsh bright bareness of solitary restaurants by the dark vacant lots; over all is the ever present dominance of toad calls, from evil murky places – at times lightning