13,216. SOMETIMES

SOMETIMES

There are magnificent notions, of the

sort that brought this world together

and which then let it flounder.... a

thoughtless, ball-less, God indeed.

(Though, frankly, God would have

no need of balls, I'd suppose). Let's

then consider the first sunrise.  Which

came first, the rise? Or the setting of

the night before? You see where I'm

going with this?

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In a haven named (now) Eden, what

solace could there have been? The

endless growth of bananas? Palm

fronds? Avocados? Oranges? 'Groves

by the droves,' I'd heard Adam say,

though he could not have.

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In the mid-afternoon rain, things

descend in a perfect precision: I am

watching the globular water-circles

at the edges of my fir-tree branches.

They were not there three hours ago;

but so what and what matter is that?

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My goodness, I've become an ungracious

malcontent indeed. One drives to 'Summit,'

NJ  -  to see there's no Summit at all; just

more of the same drivel of the sort that

attracts Jim Cramer. The American

Revolution was soon superseded by

lawn care and suburbs....and no one

knew any difference at all. Sometimes

I'm sure the world's a large circumference

of every foolish thing I've ever imagined.