Stagnation is
living by a man-made lake
for years.
Growing up
under the shadow
of trees by a pond
and climbing them
is part of being a child.
Smoking and coughing
under those trees is part of
going out like a tired flame.
Between these two states
the pond can
just be a teacher.
Those who grow up by the river
are capable of choosing
between
being still or boisterous.
Those by the still, placid lake
are somewhat repressed.
But, to live by a sad river
is even sadder.
August 5, 2007.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
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