TONE FOR THE TONE-DEAF
Here's the new plateau; maybe you
can't hear it but the sound is rising
up over the languid plain. I think I'll
make my way northward again, just
in time for the snow and cold rain
that welcome in December like nothing
else will do. I may have been a jester
in another life and time, but this one
is for real. No jokes, no more.
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Do you wish to bet, a wager maybe on
when the stream will freeze? First snow?
First ice-out from up the bottom of that
steep incline? I'd bet my everything
that you won't dine before Tuesday
in that so-fine place in town you
keep on talking of.
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Say it again : the waitress has a silver
tray, she smiles in a unique way, has
moves that invite just watching.
I can't say.
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