Capricorn
She asked a flower
how to live forever.
And the flower told her.
Then she slowly asked,
"...so, why don't...
some flowers...
live...forever, if they can?"
The flower said,
"You sense that question trespasses.
You feel like a seductress
with something at stake.
It's called propriety, my dear.
Yes, it comes this way, too.
And, as to your question, well,
that's why."
Monday, January 01, 2007
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About Me
- Sometimes Good
- I came to Minneapolis from southern California this May to help my 88-year-old mother care for my 86-year-old father. He fell last November, and then declined cognitively for a month as his bones healed at a rehab facility under quarantine. He hasn't undeclined. Before retiring in the 1990s, he was a theater critic, & still seems to have some of his self-confidence and wit alongside vascular dementia, Parkinsonisms, incontinence and real trouble walking. Given his otherwise-ok health, he might still have some tolerable years ahead, though with new parameters. My mom's a novelist. She seems made of iron.
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