I have seen a rumor born swathed in snug mystery left lying under the sun in the hills of the Gadrobi where the sheep have scattered on wolf-laden winds and the shepherds have fled a whispering of sands and it blinked in the glare a heart hardened into stone while the shadow of the Gates of Nowhere crept ’cross the drifting dust of home I have seen this rumor born a hundred thousand hunters of the heart in a city bathed in blue light . . . RUMOR BORN (I. I-IV) FISHER
