Sun through a skim of clouds. A nuthatch and a downy woodpecker trade anxious, nasal notes between the faint shadows of the trees.
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Sun through a skim of clouds. A nuthatch and a downy woodpecker trade anxious, nasal notes between the faint shadows of the trees.
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PORCH TALK ON THE APOCALYPSE
N: Think this winter will be our last? Mayan 2012, remember?
DW: Nah, might just be a peep at the God Principle by a savant .
N: What’s with the peppy, sunshiny, head-in-the-clouds cant?
DW: Been pecking on wood all my life! What’s with the dander?
N: Not enough nuts or weevils as it is. Why end it all? It’s futile.
DW: Boredom. Renewal. Occupy. He’s hinted these for a while.
N: Occupy. Uh-oh. Come back to reclaim this neck of the woods?
DW: Final Coming. Like Advent. Last trip, like. He’s tired. Pissed.
N: Like driving scruffy tenants out for punching holes on the wall?
DW: More like ozone layer holes. Global warming, oil spills, Nuts.
N: But they’re already murdering each other. Wars, famine, Woods.
DW: He’s got to have the last say. He’d want them to say: We repent!
N: What’s the point? Couldn’t he consider the love he gave well spent?
DW: Don’t know about you, Nuts. I would like to bore a few more holes.
—Albert B. Casuga
12-13-11
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“Porch Talk” is also posted at http://ambitsgambit/2011/12/porch-talk-on-apocalypse-sun-through.html
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