I like this a great deal. Tomorrows are another beginning. Also apiarily. Rob
(Nothing at all like this one of mine, but maybe it's the same bicycle...)THE BICYCLE IN A TREEThe interpretive workOf being human the dirtUnder those table legs theDirt under the speakers yesThe pretty dirt in our mindsThe skirting boards the dustThat follows for ten monthsThe years that we just let goThere’s no point to it noAll those bicycles in a treeBeing dumb seeking truthA vacuum cleaning nothingA loud monkey shedding hair.
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