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38 Three The moth-eaten old centaur paid his respects to the lobbyists , then sashayed to a meeting with his counterpart, a unicorn . The unicorn was in a dusty mood. He covered himself with a blanket against prying eyes, and postponed his filibuster . Meanwhile, robust, an antelope, with his stubbed toe, approached the clearing where the centaur and the unicorn stood troubling each other. Suddenly and without warning the heavens opened up and a storm broke upon the antelope , the centaur, and the unicorn. Only the unreal survived. That is why, today, all you see are centaurs and unicorns; the antelope was too real to stay unmarried forever. Now the antelope lives in a little square box on the outskirts of the forest. The centaur and the unicorn range over the dark forest and sniff at the coming storm. What’s most real about centaurs and unicorns is that they are never seen during storms because there is no one outside to see them. I think this is the case; I hope, I hope. 01.Poems.1-64_Fried.indd฀฀฀38 11/28/05฀฀฀12:33:19฀PM ...

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