9486. IN THE MANNER OF ALL THINGS

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.