NORMAL OCCASIONS OF
EXCEPTIONAL MINUTES
On the main street of town here -
they tell me - there's a nice little
supermarket. It keeps to itself,
though there's no parking at all.
Which is weird. One has to find
a spot out front, metered or not.
Another item I don't know about.
I'm sequestered in here, all the time.
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I only hear what people say. My wife,
who enters that fray almost daily, will
always tell me what she finds. I'm all
helpless here, and finding my way by
imagined steps alone.
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In the commingled existences of some
200 souls, there's a lot of noise sometimes,
amidst the geriatric silences : that's pretty
strange too. A resounding echo, from a
silent auditorium.
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