"Go home and babble your omens to your children —
save them from some catastrophe coming soon.
I'm a better hand than you at reading portents.
Flocks of birds go fluttering under the sun’s rays,
not all of them are fraught with meaning.”
Glancing at a receipt for a flannel shirt this morning, I saw the shirt itemized as wovens . Now I realize I'm not in a strong posi...