We lunched with three world citizens     some clicks beyond Manar. Ten thousand trees unsleeved their bark in draperies of light and dark, where trade was brisk with fairy wrens,     October up to par. We strolled with three wise heads, they showed     us peace beyond Manar, where cumquats glowed like neon eggs, a brown dog loped on sapling legs, banksias, hatted à la mode,     served bees with savoir-faire.   We talked of making books and homes      light years beyond Manar. Our talk, our listening had an essence allowing each to show full presence, for Eden’s in…