Darth Grandfather

My child and his children gone

back to the grid city, grid life

Noting the mowing of my beach by his father:

daisies ruthlessly destroyed, but young bull thistles

left ~~ when questioned he says: You didn't ask

to save the daisies. So much for what is able

to be left unsaid. And I remember once again

why we are no longer partners. The sheer exhaustion of

needing to explain again and again each to the other

the magnitude of importance of daisies

or from the other side, of puts and calls; and

never any unspoken meeting of a mind on either side, ever.

And one lesson learned, and noted wryly:

keep machetes out of the hands of

Wall Street.

Or suffer the consequences






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jjl

8 July 2008