TIME AS A NARROW PASSAGE
Actually, no, I'd be crazy to even try
to attempt writing about that. Seasonal
things are just that. The seas are on
the ramp of their own angle. Let all
the rest be. An abstract mind sees
Santa in every cloud, and a turkey
at every crack in a wall. Streetlights
and spotlights, tall trees and all.
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You know how the cities and towns
now wrap trees in those little white
lights? I hate that myself, but the
street-walking in-crowd seems to
delight. Restaurants bellow gentility;
the white lights gracing the outdoor
tables. Waiters wait with a white
napkin draped over their arm.
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It's not for nothing that this life's
a marvel - ground in stone and
etched in a ground-stone pattern.
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