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A rainy, lazy, labor day week-end. Some call it lonely as they dip biscotti and stir with their spoons, stir in time to the mellow jazz that seems to make them even lonelier. I don’t know why so many hot sexy people stay single today, ovaries and testes ticking away their allotted time as if there will always be more tomorrows. Yin without yang . An old couple on walkers sense the sorrow and nod knowingly to each other as their struggling small steps carry them away in agonizing synchronized slow motion. Across the street, the folks who live on the outside with a toe just inside enough to keep them in touch with the Salvation Army showers and soup kitchen, sift through the trash for treasures to add to their stash in pilfered shopping carts with the store labels scratched off. And the rain keeps falling and the jazz keeps playing and the spoons keep stirring.
© Stephen Nesbitt |
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| Music "Jazz In The House" by Paul "Sequence"Ferguson | |
