the Bald Man always imagines a
tomorrow among today’s
distractions.
but a today may never
exist in tomorrow’s
allayed
abstractions.
that there is time.
that time is there.
for squirrel hunting.
for tail wagging.
today, the color
still clings
to branchings.
today, the leaves
are far from
blanching.
today, there is only
this play with
phrasings.
today, we can do so much
in the way of
crazing.
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