6 years ago
Sunday, October 27, 2013
What's Left
It was just a loose fender. Wrapped. And now look. A dead stop. Nothing to be done. They don't know. Bunkall does. All too well. The second. Come first. Slipped off the side. Responded in season. But there under the runner, lost and found. No whys. No ifs. Just you and the cold stark reality that an oasis too is temporary. So what then? Back to Jerusalem? If you continue hunting in these parts game will run scarce. So pack up. Leave the mail on the table. Don't sweep up. And don't worry about straightening anything. Here works as good as there. Anyway, if the stats are right, we're 4 standard deviations out anyway. Away and away. For the second time. So goodnight Mrs. Moon.
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