4890. SHANABEST AND TARKINGTON RIDGE

SHANABEST AND 

TARKINGTON RIDGE

(Outside of) the confines of a very strict cage, the

leopard - like some dancer from Kafka, prances and

stalks. A dark and wiry step. At the same moment as

completion arrives, the open book lets fall its pages.

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Fifteen new homes are lined on the ridge. They've

called it Tarkington - who was a writer, who did exist,

who once walked slowly to a place like this. Now, doors

have taken the place of dreams and opportunities.

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I wouldn't know the weasel from the shrew. Here by the

railroad shrubbery, along the side of some ill-used tracks,

the weeds have grown long and sad - Winter rips through 

them with an ice and snow that wilts everything in the way.

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Not much then remains. What shall I call all this?

I like 'Shanabest', for it reminds me of something from 

youth. So then, yes then, forgive me the personal :

here, from Shanabest and Tarkington Ridge.