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Thursday, January 19, 2006

How Old

(“How old would you want to be
this time around?”) if we had fewer

extenuating circumstances, or the
beauty of it all was held

in close check. Urban, suburban,
ex-urban, rural as a skunk - I suppose

it matters little now. But there you are
at peace in front of the basin, thick water

drips down your cheeks and for
the tiniest of moments I believe

in the virility of air, in the constant
movement of atoms and the

forecast we have for the future. The
problem of time passage solved

we could move to television, invent
new ways to please the ache.

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