Tuesday, December 27, 2022

15,886. THE DEAD-BOTTOM OF THE YEAR

THE DEAD-BOTTOM OF THE YEAR
Let me tell you things: I no longer care
about shirts and patterns; or clothing and
decoration; nor whether the lampshade is 
straight. I live my life now like a deviant
invalid, struggling for travel and air. If I
see another Springtime arrive, I'll be the
most happy man in the world.
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Now, at this dreaded-dead-bottom of the
calendar year, it all wilts and breaks. Don't
tear off that calendar page. Please no! 
Nor lessen the light that comes in. That 
trickle-down theory is working; I'll take
any tiny bit that comes in.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

😊

gary j. introne said...

Thank you, I guess. But anonymity kills it - I wish we could talk or exchange messages.