153. NOT SO NICE AS ALL THAT

NOT SO NICE AS ALL THAT
Orange peels on the kitchen floor, where the
refrigerator throws its shade. The broken old table,
mended to dry, lilting towards its own bad side.
The shade tree, outside the window, is bare to the
suffering of the sky. A new day's light comes through.
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I never know why we mean what we do.
Everything turns on its own axis, reinforcing
a sense of the lifeless or maybe dread. Even in
Summertime, when we open these doors and windows,
it's much the same no matter. Today, the mercury
reads 20, while on other days I've seen it hit 100.
That's a fairly normal range for any jagged life;
temperature, chance, ratio, percentages of things
all together - no difference, no matter.
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How life is like the weather.
Even on the best of days, it's
not so nice as all that. And on the
worst, well, we all just bundle up and go on.