Saturday, August 13, 2011

The eminent culture.

First I wanted a life in architecture. I saw the wimpy
Bank--in spite of robberies and recession, its
Place and its parking lot stood.

Other ideas built over that one: Law, heart surgery, nameless thing with
A backpack in Europe, eyes wide with detection and
Eyelids for a bit of a rainy hood.

I was aphoristic when it shut down and the weeds began to bloom.
I was young and stupidly Jeffersonian. I was standing in the room.

On occasion the gulf of serenity has adapted its coast to fear.

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