in a mind-set like mine--
hardened by habitual stupidity
the wise man but only in his own mind--
but how all of this fades when
the thinking box is turned off
and a taste of fruit sweetens
the mild early evening
low western light slanting copper glow
on the building fronts while a soft blue sky
to the east promises the suspension of conflict
if not resolution and the mind-set less set
vulnerable like a crab picked out of its shell
and out of any worry
Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
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