April
18 April The optimists among us taking heart because it is spring skip along attending their meetings signing their email petitions marching with their satiric signs singing their give peace a chance songs posting their rainbow twitters and blogs believing in a better world for no good reason I envy them said the old woman The seasons go round they go round and around said the tulip swaying among her friends in their brown bed in the sun in the April breeze under a maple canopy that was also swaying only with greater motions casting greater shadows and the grass hardly stirring 19 What a concerto of good stinks said the dog trotting along Riverside Drive in the early spring afternoon sniffing this way and that how gratifying the violins of the river the tubas of the traffic the trombones of the leafing elms with the legato of my rivals’ piss at their feet and the leftover meat and grease singing along in all the wastebaskets ...
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