Monday, September 15, 2014

5908. THE SPACIOUS WELCOME

THE SPACIOUS WELCOME
The splicing is yet unclaimed and large wires
litter the street  -  a few trucks and a cart carry
the heave of their freight. Here is a station awaiting
a stop  -  Paradise, it could be? Someplace special
like that. I've heard it said that roses poison their
own ground. When a rose bush dies, it poisons the
spot in which it had grown, and no other rose bush
cane ever be planted to grow there. I've also read of
pear trees and giraffes. Giraffes are such voracious
eaters of trees, stripping the tree of their leaves, that 
the wild trees have developed a defense. Somehow 
communicating to adjacent trees, those other trees 
emit a distasteful bitter of some sort to avoid the 
giraffe's attentions. But the giraffe's  -  no slouches
themselves  -  recognize what's occurring and begin 
skipping trees  -  going every third or fourth tree down 
the row instead. Somehow to where the foul presence 
has not (yet) been produced. So  -  you see  -   you 
may think you know the world, but you 
know very little of it at all.

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