We jump at the chance to parse the sentence.
Our lives are booked solid.
The words winter storm watch
spring from our lips.
The guests, undeterred, begin arriving
at the appointed hour.
It is as it should be or as it should have been.
A bed trundles from place to place.
There's so much to do.
Place settings take control, and
before we know it, invitations are sent out
to fetch condiments.
It is a cacophonous affair.
The presentation is exquisite.
We line up in single file
amid much pomp and circumstantial evidence.
Outside, a snow plow argues a grade.
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| Rod Serling |