Sunday, April 11, 2010

836. THIS IS HAPPINESS

THIS IS HAPPINESS
Mark your choices, all you separate Gods;
this is the one steely place in which evidences
reside. The signification of the riverside, the
flat, planar reality of the lagoon or the bay.
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You should have known all this before you started -
thus I can only assume you did. Full knowledge, due
diligence, all that sticky and usual legal stuff.
The swoosh of the baseball man's mitt, the crack of
the bat, the sound of the swallow, the crash of a car.
There is nothing, really, dividing the dark from the light,
the sound from the fury or this today from the
yesterday that was, no wasn't Either way, the grand
fable continues in a soft, joking voice. 'I live inside
a bubble of summer even in winter.' And that little
boy, who turned out to be, in fact, a cross-eyed,
albino philosopher spouting lyrics to Irish songs, he
was really my heart, at full sing-song tilt, running on.

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