FITFUL : THIS
I am not encumbered by memory,
nor melody, for that matter; and a
song may but be a string of words
like an old memory or something
we may have heard; a Grandpa's
oasis in a dream desert of time.
-
The bricks of this building say
1889, and who am I to refute that
time? Old silence. New noise. The
lady standing there is watching her
sidewalk goods - as a thrift-store,
junk shop gathering, she sees her
strange collection as valued now,
more than the time it came from,
which is something not really old at
all, but standing its own pale test.
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There's a car-park around the corner,
and an ice-cream window where kids
have lined up, already, on what is,
really, but the first warm day of the
false Spring that March can bring.
Beware even this, my fellows, for
the Ides of March can sting.
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