It was a throwaway,
I had to admit, that
unsettling feeling you get
as the bath water departs,
counterclockwise,
leaving you, toweled,
thinking about the final
scene in that film
whose title is slipping
away. Not only
the last segment
with its redemption,
but the full catastrophe,
highlighted
and underlined
for all to see.
I checked the backups
just to be sure.
There was little sense
in phoning ahead -
this has never worked,
at least for me.
So I reconfigured the setup
and began recoding
the moment,
flagging incidentals
which for whatever reason
over the years
had proved instructive
or at least instrumental
in some fairly innocuous way.
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Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison |