An English In Kentucky


















November 7th 2010    Tim Candler


    The best part of being home is the glass of water.  It washes away flavors from foreign parts, puts backbone into spine, and it clears the brain of nonsense.  Fortunately the Grey Cat had all his legs, and I suspect he has gained weight.  As well our domicile had not burned down, the neighbors were not hiding in the attic, the barn was standing, and there was sunshine dancing on the walls of the room where I sleep.


    As to what it is we might have learned, the answer is probably nothing of great importance when put beside the Beaky Hat I acquired from a Grocery Store near somewhere that might once have been fresh in my mind but which now is lost to images of Swamp Oaks bowed by trouble, and a Cormorant drying his wings.

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