Thursday, April 24, 2014

5290. RUNNING THE FORBES CYCLE

RUNNING THE FORBES CYCLE
Never such a wondrous window running past the
scene of delightful things : I held up my hand and got
picked. It was way too long ago  -  the old guy got
 lost on a local road, turned to me and said 'take it
away.' We got where we were going, by turning 
around and running backward. Like my childhood
days for sure. I remembered everything, as I ran
back into it. I've had these ghosts running with me
all this time. Holidays out of Eden; tame and crazed,
alike. We drink to the seasons, we drink to the guys; 
we drink to the dead ones, we drink to the live.

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