COMMINGLED COMPATRIOTS
I know they're standing out there at the curb with
cigarettes in their mouths talking sports : the new
guy playing one position or another for a team in
a season that hasn't even started yet. Whenever we
reach the opener, it's always Spring, like taxes.
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How do you want to mark your time? Over at the
park, that little spring with the free water is always
running - always, no matter what, running. People
come with their containers and fill their supply up.
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I know I do it. Just in the last few years, and the
South Asians here now, there are always coins in
the drain basin - mostly dimes and nickels. Those
who hope for coin-wishes are probably the same who
pray to Gods and Goddesses of fire and love. Good
fortune. It's pretty overwhelming - that one would
throw money down to somehow placate a God to
granting a wish - or something like that. I can never
figure these things out. Don't they ever realize it's all
self-generated - the wish, the hope, the God and the
solutions? Try it with anything else, see what you get.
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So, this line of demarcation is marked by words - make
the difference yours, one spring or another - how many
of them overlap before we're dead and gone? I have eyes
like a warrior, just watching things, looking for the
offender, watching to see what must be defended.
One way or the other, I'll get it eventually. Coins,
great God, or no coins accepted. I don't know.
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