- There are so many inordinate ways history repeats itself. Yet, so often, we are unwilling to accept the inevitability of the past needing to retell our lessons until we get them.
Cracker-Barrel Oracle by Odin Roark The whittler Atop the rickety steps, Shavings piled at ancient feet, Eyes the blade Needing attention soon. The canine, Head lifted from paws, Yawns, Eyes open Watching chips fall… Wondering. Dust swirls gritty remembrance, Tumbleweeds careen, History’s weathered saloon sign dangles, Jailhouse door swings aimlessly, Both hinged with rust of reborn pasts. Wind stops. Gritty remembrances pause. Silence merges With airborne carvings Amidst ghost-like sighs. Eroded stick now but a sliver Awaits to discover its purpose As whetstone awaits the blade. A foreshadowing gust turns time’s page, Beckoning next chapter’s revealing. Prophetic air anxiously anticipates, As carver laments Yesterday’s memory Today’s forever cycle. A mutt’s whine suggests acceptance. Few hear the silence or the quiet whimper.
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