LIFE, COMMINGLED
WITH ASHES
Life, when Spring comes this year,
and if I'm still here, is going to be
different. I'm going to train myself to
be sure of something : maybe see people
with ashes on their forehead, the day
that happens, for Lent, make note of
them, and then, at Easter, ask them
how it all went.
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Perhaps I'll don a clown suit on this
February's last day, and wear it right
on up to May. Scaring little kids all
along the way - that very suspicious
smile that clowns put on.
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Or, my London Police Whistle! Maybe
I can jam that in my frozen mouth and
keep it there for April - making shrill
noises over everything I see : that things
that irk me, the violations that be. Dogs
pooping and walking away. Kids putting
gum under their school bus seats.
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