IN THE MANNER
OF ALL THINGS
Candlelight and tablecloth, we never get
options. Four legs or two, how would you
please to live? Put this down and have it
remain, or fly around slow-floating into
space? What a lovely world, in ways, that
could be. There's a Starbucks on the corner,
where people sit. They stare at the square
in the center of Morristown. One of the
places I hate the most, by the way. There
was a Starbucks here 30 years ago too, in
this very same place, of old storefronts then.
They've since torn everything down and rebuilt
it all, and put another Starbucks back, in this
very same place where people still sit.