Patrick D'Arcy, may he ride the wind

An insistent hummingbird keeps buzzing me, or maybe he's after the little palm trees painted on my sunbrella. I am reminded that he is Huitzilopochtli, the Aztec god of war, the sun, and human sacrifice—a messenger god. Something in the air. And I'm not wearing red, they get right in my face if I'm wearing red. Thinking of my cousin Patrick D'Arcy, superb bluesman, and mouth harpist, how his suffering is over. May he ride the wind. (Pat’s twin is Jerry, the singing policeman at the SF Giants games...)