YOU MAY HAVE MISGIVINGS
Playing cards with knife-wielding gents can
sometimes end you up dead : meow the cat and
bark the dog, moo the cow and oink the pig.
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The silver sheen is atop the bay - still water
and shoreline quiet. A few lone souls are walking
with a basket - picking sea-glass, ocean shells,
tidal things washed up. Dogs run loose.
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Casino frontage and two large boats. Things pile
up and no one speaks. I am isolated in a furnace
of cherry-wood burn. If someone were to ask me
of a 'future' - I'd say 'I do have misgivings, but
give it a try.' No sense in skinning another cat,
and - anyway - how many worlds can we kill?
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