An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you.
Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.
Unless
Unless Holidays come to an end
or nobody noticed to do it again or
it didn't show up on a screen or
overheard during coffee or tea or
walking to class or in a hurray or
whenever wherever whatever was
said, a tree on Town Common is
decidedly dead. Dead from decisions
made in haste without thought
convenience being what is usually
sought remember remember 17
November a whole other life
not one alone unless someone
like you cares a whole lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.
posted by D.O. | 8:24 AM
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