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The trees bide their time.The ivy bites in fresh green. It’s parasites firstevery time, don’t you know? They’re great at the short track.Only, this is the long haul. I’ll wait for the trees. Gladly.
My father’s coat has many pockets. His coats always had: A pocket for each tool of the engineer’s trade. The tape measure would have been here, the small notepad here. This one used to hold a box of matches – … Continue reading
We are unconditionally unanimously unprepared to surrender. Tell your leaders.
In the jungle a millipede caterpillars onto a giant leaf on soggy ground. Far above, the rain drums the canopy, which collects the water only to redistribute it: Rivulets run down trees, along vines, join on the ground, picking up … Continue reading
The Big Band isn’t very big anymore: Four trumpets, four saxophones – and what’s the plural of euphonium? Well, there are two of those. A tuba, a trombone, one guitar, the string bass, and leader Henry on the Grand Piano, almost … Continue reading
The idea is to brush up on essentials. We learn how little we know. We worry how wobbly we’d be. We laugh a lot for obvious reasons: We are not making merry, merely trying to cope. We stall in the … Continue reading