In the chilly clubhouse
lobby, standing in a fountain, a pale goddess blesses the vigilance of
plastic ducks. On a table in another corner, a tall pile of
Jewish newspapers share space with the Miami Herald's
headline: "Milosevic Delivered
To UN Tribunal, Faces Trial Over Atrocities In Kosovo."
I walk to the canal,
as I've done many times before on my last day here. Nearby, a
lawn mower drowns out a jet plane trailing vapor as it blazes toward
stratosphere. I sit on the grass, facing tepid, algae-clogged,
With back to the
sun, my shadow mumbles to itself: "Did
Homer, dark sage, see what
I'm trying to find?