TOO COLD TO
MAKE AN EFFECT
'Maybe it's just too cold to make an effect,'
I heard her say. And it sounded scientific.
Well, almost, OK. I was watching the leaves
move in the trees. An upcoming vision of
Autumn; orange flickers, sliding down the
air, bright-colored leaves falling from the sky.
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Like a votive light in my eyes, it all
stretched out before me. Wondering
what to do, I moved away instead of
closer. Delineate the positive, bring
forth the possibilities.
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There seemed a positive force in all
things: but wrapped everywhere in a
silence too. The lady who was feeding
the squirrels - she does that every
morning. The two guys, stopped at
the top of the stairs, they were earnestly
talking to each other - challenges?
Possibilities? Or just remorse? It was
a funny world - something I knew long
before. The way options meander into a
rigidity. The way a florist sells
nothing but flowers.
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