A new one... The City Beautiful On my mountaintop, all beds are made of straw. The fountains in the distance? More mirages than sources of holy water, but it’s not the self-evident truths that count. A man who’s lived nearly four score is man who’s lived well. You must measure your days thusly. As for my present state of affairs, it’s neither the wetness in the air nor the mutt on the leash that matter. The city is too big and unknowable so you contain it the best you can. The corner store, the corner diner, these are your Gotham. The last dance of the weekend is the first dance of the morrow. At the bar, much merriment; at the bus stop, much anticipation. The summer defines itself in requests for spare change. To come around the bend is to come upon another cupcake. The Romans have a name for such miracles, but I’ve long forgotten my Italian. All I can do is wait for the rain.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 02:39:48 +0000
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