Saturday, April 4, 2009

310. UPON CLIMBING MOUNT EXCELSIOR

UPON CLIMBING
MOUNT EXCELSIOR
The winds at the top, I have noticed, are
never a problem at the bottom - all those women
in their balloon crepe hats, slanting sideways just
pretend. The five gents nearby, with their carved
walking sticks and leather chaps, have something
else on their mind - perhaps a jaunt through some
deep, dark jungle canopied with vines.
Oh let all wild beasts beware such
civilized men are arriving!
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It's often like this. We sort our thorns amidst the
ideas and places we first conjure, and only then
prepare well to walk straight into battle. Most
often, a battle of our very own making.
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As the high winds frolic - themselves too above
our very heads - we can see how all things
twist and turn. All that we see loses its
point - outlines and definitions changing
before our standing eyes.
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On 33rd street, the man with corduroy
briefcase has real trouble with
just closing the taxi door.

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