EMBARRASMENT OF
RICHES
I am not a fool, not yet anyway - I see the
stars
but do not stare, see the sun but do not swoon. It's
all my form of some precise matriculation to another
level of learning : three angels, perched in a tree;
a
dog, wiling time away by speaking in tongues. None
of this throws me. I sit back and laugh. And yet, yes,
I'd like to be the one who catches starlight in a jar
or even wishes in a bucket, but I'd really then have
nowhere to go wIth any of that. My life is not to be
a storehouse of any sort of moment - my time
amasses moments un-recalled. I have too
much of any one thing to be simply
looking for another.
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