A STUFFED CHAIR ANONYMITY in Postcards 4
- March 28, 2019, 10:12 a.m.
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Have I told you that I was a Commie
Pinko Rat on one of Nixon’s bad guy
lists. Once so full of my own passions that
I marched in support of democracy,
now I’m shrunk into a comfortable chair.
I fuss with my world moving art, couch, rugs
in my head…in my dreams, until I find
myself moving pictures hither and yon
in the sunshine of a quiet day. I
should be out marching, a sign in hand for
causes… against the War, for a carbon
tax, saving the slough, the ocean, instead
I fade into the stuffed chair of anonymity
as the long silences grow in my head.
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- Himself: Work.
- Myself: No pool…it’s closed for cleaning. I won’t do this to you all the time, but here is one of the sad ones I found while looking for the other piece.
- Photo: Mine.
- Reading: The last Brandsetter volume.
- Gratitude’s: For feeling so well today.
Last updated March 28, 2019
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