Sunday, April 13, 2008

Day 11: Asterisks


Beginning on a line by C. Dale Young

In the dream of fever, in the murky light of a mind ill at ease,
proportions often struggle for recognition. No wonder
they become out of shape; so easily relegated to an asterisk
or a chapter footnote, often skipped over.

If you care for detail as I do, you must pity the poor fellow,
seldom ever able to get a word in edgewise. It’s like
your father’s Oldsmobile. At one time it was the envy of your eye.
Now you’ve grown up and refuse to acknowledge that part of your youth.

Elections can be the same way. The loser drifts at sea to a lonely obscurity.
Then, there are some winners which we would later wish would joint that tiny speak
afloat in the abyss.

Some of our relatives that have become footnotes in the past. Many asterisks
piling up throughout history a part of that murky light.

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