Saturday, March 4, 2023

16,121. MIRABILE DICTU

MIRABILE DICTU
Pace the waterfront slowly, and 
leave nothing to be despised. 
Let the handlers worry about 
all that. I struggle again, and 
this depression runs my sagging 
head, for everywhere I look
there is something gone. It's
a potential nightmare for the
morning.
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Even the pileated woodpecker
wears a frown. I see it, and I
watch it carefully. Apparently
it knows just what it is doing.
If I were a wooded skeleton
upon a tree, would it be busy
with its thrusts onto me?

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