4815. MAY HAVE LISTENED

MAY HAVE LISTENED

Ten thousand little things, the brothers and

sisters of ants, swarming poses over lethal

ground. Days of wine and roses, and all that

booze-filled bigotry that goes with the darkened

rooms of candor. On Seventh Street, the narrow,

dim-lit corridor always reminded me of an old

man's thinking : one way in, no way out, dark

and festering, vermin-laced, and leaky.

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I may have listened to any of that, if and when I 

wanted; and if and where I went. Military leagues 

on a captain's sea  -  floating lodges and pieces 

of wood. If I could be, I would if I could, floating

myself on a captain's sea. Ten thousand little things,

whatever will be will be.