Thursday, March 7, 2013

4168. ALWAYS TRAVEL

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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