Of course, the accoutrements.
The insinuation of the inevitable.
Stumbling into Starbuck's
geo-caching
and you're at it again
trying to make last minute changes.
Your entrance isn't until the penultimate scene
whatever the hell that means
but, face it, it's never slowed you down,
not knowing your place
your lines
and though you have captured the envy -
no, too strong -
the curiosity, yes, the curiosity, of a landfill
you've parlayed that
in your mind, not unlike most.
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| Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison |