I HAVE TAKEN ALL THE
BEST THINGS DOWN
The flint is in the lighter, but nothing
works. The fire is out in the stove, and
I am cold again. I sag. I droop.
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Here's the plywood pile that the Swedish
contractor left last Spring. Will it ever be
taken away? His talk, and his donuts, they
still resound in my head. How can you
build side-walls with a coffee in one hand?
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Having wanted to ask him that, I never did.
By long-term prognosis the short-term
project was over. No time like the right
time. And baby the right time is now.
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