orderig new ones online
for tomorrow... we all
change clothes daily as the
mood strikes what we wear,
and the music alters our
temperments while we reflect
upon the news in despair;
we wee nothing today nor
did we see anything yesterday
of any great merit and by
design we were silent and
somewhat forlorned, creeping
into place with our neighbors
who typically have very little
to say about anything... we
dust off our crystal thoughts
that were hanging from the
ceiling, putting them in crates
for the postman who arrives
on our doorstep weekly to
remove the trash from our
minds... and, for those who
those who cannot afford the
stamps, they hide in the cellars
of those of those who have
homes while the rest of us
migrate like birds, leaving
our baggage behind from one
season to the next... just as
we have been told to do.
23 November 2021
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