Tuesday, October 13, 2015

7289. MAKE THE BLIND BUBBLE

MAKE THE BLIND BUBBLE
Awake until the ending, making one probably
bleary-eyed, walking stiff-necked straight : not
a one of these things make for positive outlooks.
You are what you feel : How then do you feel?
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If you don't need a weatherman to know which
way the wind blows, then you don't need a doctor
to tell you what ails. Just over there, another one
of a million  -  those brides with their prized yoga
mats and spandex pants. One rolled too tight, and 
the other just right. 'Wait until the sun sets, Nellie.'
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I'm impatient when the wild wind blows : the trees
bend a pirouette, or a mad-ballet move by some
Stravinsky on edge. Leave it at that, and just now
walk away. There so little to tell in the telling.

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