Here's something I wrote recently on the plane from Houston to San Jose after running into somebody I hadn't expected to see at a college audition. I'm proud of this one, for the myriad of emotions that I experienced in that short meeting all find expression within these four lines:
Whatever happened to the Pines?
Only yesterday blue skies churned their boughs.
Ended majesty, caressed only by saws
Tirelessly failing to reincarnate virgin beauty.
--M*O*S*H I/25/11
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