Thursday, July 4, 2013

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.

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