I
allowed the mountain peaks to accompany me,
Crossed
the Mohave burning beneath my feet.
A
herd of elephants slung mud around on one another
From
the banks of an Indiana lake.
A
slice of custard pie survived yet another San Francisco
Earthquake.
This
morning, night lingered on past 5 AM. No alarm
Was
sounded, and I slept through every
Damned
thing Shakespeare had to say. Oh well, fair
Warning,
my friends, tomorrow is another day.
Remind
me to add dog treats to my shopping list this
Week.
I’ve reached an age where I can’t trust my memory.
Chris
Hanch 4-27-18
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