ALWAYS TRAVEL
There they sit - friezes and breezes,
sphinxes and cats - all those old Egyptian
things. Like the history books tell it, all
pull and labor and danger and strife. And
now those durable mummies : would that I
like that I wouldn't have to talk nor even nod.
My own endymion moment runs to other things -
William Tell or Piper Pitt. How would I know
the difference, and anyway, where would I sit?
But there they are - friezes and breezes,
sphinxes and cats. (I'm going outside, to
Cleopatra's Needle again).
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