MARCHING
I can march myself to the end of this world
and then find a way to get back - maybe.
That goes for soldiers and monuments, sailors
and ships too. Magellan. Columbus. That whole
ragtag crowd. Space me a muffin in the donor's
cafe; find me a seat at the table.
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I look at a daughter, and all I see is some
caterwauling mother going on about her virtue.
'Well, Mama, it's got to go sometime.' Most
all I ever had to say anyway : went like that
everywhere I ended up. Had a little cabin in
the wartime woods once; Algeria, Morocco.
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The guy who taught me to bait fish, he was the
same guy who me how to take things - get them
first to be distracted or close their eyes by some
stealth, let them think there's something else to
come, and then just grab and run. Yep, then
just grab and run - and hope your strong
heart's really in it then.
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