4508. I AM UPHOLDING MY END

I AM UPHOLDING MY END

As the willow bends but doesn't break at the edge of the

lake, so I too am buffeted by storms  -  the same twist and

shout of some cultural neophyte's rock and rool screams.

Why would I care to end this source of all delight?

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Here, in the dog pen of Riander Lane, I stand and

face forward again. Someone says they know me; I

deny it.  A trumpet sounds! Both fox AND hounds!

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My humiliation is leeching into the soil; things

erode and foliage falls. Noises sound and people

are seen to rustle about. Now, confusion reigns.

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I think that I shall go home once more  -  before that

kid with the rock ruins my day, that woman with the

water bottle starts talking, that old guy gets my ear.