Friday, November 20, 2009

620. AT THE MANOR, THOUGH NOT BORN THERE

AT THE MANOR, THOUGH
NOT BORN THERE
No fault with the imagining, though I may
have been here before. Nonetheless - this
yew bush needs mercury, the lamplighter's
drinking Scotch, and Marigold Madfearn, she of
the stove duties, has taken up with Gardner in
'doing the wren' behind the leaning shed. It's
all so simple, what people want: companionship,
sexuality and the forthright doings of a good turn
(no pun intended). I've been here since four in the
morning and am convinced, really, that I may have
seen it all by now - and it's only 10am. By late
in the afternoon, I'll be floating away with a fawn
myself. Yet, as they say, this is no country for
an old man and....here I go again I guess.

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