A MARKER OF FLESH
I am honing in on something I know I can
never buy : a perfect reason for biding my
time, standing still, staying in place. Wasn't
it Socrates, I just learned today, who said -
'I go to die and you to live; who knows
which is the better journey.' Curious
to have to know that anyway.
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There are willow limbs in the swampy
alley. They are awaiting a Spring which
will boost them back to Life. If only the
moisture holds, and the swamp stays
wet, and no drought again ensues. Yes,
these are all, then, conditional things,
much as is Life itself to us.
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I think today I will wear a yellow
sweater. A scarf, perhaps, around
my open neck. Be a dandy, brash
and bold. Live like forever,
what the heck.
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