Today as we walked
by each other,
waving hi,
and sighing, I dissolved again
into the
silly private exercise of existentially
attempting to
construe just what the bottom
line of being
here amounted to: the best today
that I could
do was say we’re passing through.
But where’s
the hoop-de-doo in that?
It doesn’t capture
your peculiar mottled colors
or your jolly
fat or the serenity of that small
passenger who
inexplicably appeared to have
adhered for
an excursion on your back.
And so I dare
now to resolve that I shall never
try again to fry
reality into a thin reductive
phrase. Bring
on excess, not lack!
Let’s get lost in that
thick lovely haze..
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