You get it once. Yeah, that’s right, once. Not twice or any multiple of prime or whole numbers. Forget eternity. Leave all that eon stuff to dinosaurs. You get it once. Give it to me. I’ll give you some of mine. ƒ
Snow
We are forgiven. Sometimes softly as now. Other times fast and furious, contradictory through the air swirling colliding eager and precipitous, forgiven nonetheless. Once fallen fresh upon fresh others may leave their imprint of sinfulness. ƒ
Waving at the Scarecrow
Every year about this time we dream a little dream and put a scarecrow in our yard, a friendly fool who doesn’t scare anyone at all. Not even crows. I hear them laughing now high up in the trees. It’s made for fun at Halloween when all the real ghouls and goblins emerge to walk upright upon the earth and people like our scarecrow, because it isn’t scary. That’s the name we give it. Scare is our scarecrow Because it isn’t. I trust you get the humor. Yesterday two souls walked by, one in charge of the other, two pedestrians upon our sidewalk and one waved at the scarecrow. One did not. The hooded figure with ears plugged into tiny speaker phones connected by wires to a box into which the hooded figure stared did not wave at the scarecrow, had no knowledge of its presence or autumn leaves […]