NEW DEVICES
Bill, Bill. The name rings true : applewhite
fester, the broken spoon and shovel, the old
rusted car. I remember everything as if it was
yesterday, as if I am watching 'Box of Moonlight'
over again in some Catskill cabin by myself.
Where was I last when last I was? I heard the
gong ringing, the steeple'd church, the little
path up Renasleer Road. A long time back it
was an iron foundry, then an asylum, and then,
even later, a small lake and resort. Now it's all
gone, only rusted water and occasionall skinny-
dipping kids. Fun is in the moment, I guess, and
then it too is gone. Sprinkle the wagon with my
own hay fever. Pick the berries, eat the pears.
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