DREAMING A SIDESHOW
In the nick of time things pop up
to remind me of walking the shallow
waters : the fish are running north,
Shad this and Shad that. All these
guys in their single boats. But what
does one do with a caught fish
except watch it die?
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I have better reason for using my time;
running for shelter under Heaven's
mighty blaze, standing aside while
the Dogwood blooms, dreaming a
sideshow of a million rooms.
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