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In the Nursing Home.

“Reckless Biscuits” (Vancouver Island)

You don’t see many crows around here
they prefer the really remote areas
of extreme latitude, and ageless brooding forest…
where, interlacing their severe discourse,
the silence becomes another orator
mor baroque than the rest, whose necessary lapses
—a leaf’s fission, a breeze rattling dry branches—
are awaited often for days, among the treetops.

Mothra's rainbow wings.

I enjoy the technology in old movies (dial phones, great cars, manual typewriters) & the obsolete pop culture & defunct slang in books, as interesting in themselves. I've spent enough time in certain periods that there's not much that gets past me anymore. This is a good thing to have.

Flight was never an option.