Sunday, August 11, 2013

the illusionist.........

Waters rise and cover a small town.  Hardly anyone notices as I slip away with the teapot left on a small riser meant to preserve the opportunities of future generations.
Do you hear the water rushing over all of these dreams?
Could we have stopped this?

I see all of this on television.  The temperature is perfect.  My food is perfect.  The air smells of Jasmine. 

Sometimes you just have to go with what we call "the flow".  The water covered everything, all these peoples lives changed forever.  I feel for them, sure I do, but what can I do.

Tomorrow will be another day.

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