Monday June 20, 2011

Gone for just two days, I come home to find half the lilac crushed by a fallen limb from the dead elm. A phoebe already uses it as a perch.

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  1. A DIALOGUE ON IMMORTALITY

    You know, milord, that guy who wrote:
    “…And Death shall have no dominion,”
    he’s wrong. Terribly. Look at these lilacs
    crushed by a fallen dead elm branch.
    Even in death, it destroyed the beautiful!

    Shut, up, Stick. A little learning is a
    dangerous thing. The poet said: “Death,
    where is thy sting?” Leave me with my
    tea, will you? I need it hot this morning.
    Look, Stick, a phoebe uses it as a perch.

    —Albert B. Casuga
    06-20-11


  2. The storm blew down my arm, my heavy arm, it crushed
    some bushes in the garden where I’m standing, I’ve been
    dying in this garden for as long as I recall.

    Alas! a little different wind, I might have crushed
    the newly-painted hood of Dr. Bonta’s car.


    1. It’s “Mr.” I don’t own a car. And don’t I get some points for letting dead trees stand? (They’re good for wildlife. :)

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