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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