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In Hail
A seasonal malaise plasters stray tendrils of wayward thought. Another dreary gray day hovers. Vacant is the sky, as empty as the surface of an unwritten page. On days such as these the mind strays through the attic’s dusty remnants. Times freezes mid tick. Stale…and salt less..simpering day, humming to the background noise of distant stars. Age has brought with it a leathery sensation, as crusty, picked over bundles of brashness failing to ignite the fires of laggard thought. Severing the ties, the starched cotton strings of apron which held the crumbs of motherhood, hopefully, causes a rising of, if not a phoenix... perhaps, a cardinal of a different Spring. Juices from a dry well, well, perhaps not dry? Crisp, precise, if unpunctual, cookie fortunes flutter upward, on curled strips of sugar coated white. Who is to say, who is to be, the center the jam in the depressed hollow of my life? Let the mind soar for a settlement of glee. Let it roar for the loss of flexibility and trumpet a coming of age so rare… for it is not madness which hovers in the grey of dawn, or the wet bleak day, but, the elegant solace of silver strands their tendrils spreading unhindered cuddled among the cue, not vacant at all. Waiting…waiting to breathe.
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