9483. NOW COME HERE, WILLY-NILLY

NOW COME HERE, 

WILLY-NILLY

Your Chesterfield-Homburg hat wears a smile.

It does nothing for me, but I understand the

premise : there are premature emotions in

all sorts of places. Fortunately, I am good

at playing dumb.

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This is how my sister Emily flew home :

on the wings of desire. The rest of the

small town greeted her with delight,

while I just looked the other way. Like

a veteran, I limped, and pretended

at having awful wounds.

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Oh, but, that was so long ago. KheSan,

Pleiku, An Loc, Phuon Long, and

even Dienbeinphu. Out of time,

but still a song. In the Highlands,

the Montengards, they hitched

beads and made trinkets all day.

Once fires and flame learned to

fall from the sky, it was all over,

and so was I.