-2 and clear—a cold day in the darkest time of year.
Christmas, a blur of memories and movements converging from years past.
COVID and a pinched nerve allow me to isolate without a
flood of questions, disrupting a role as butler for a dynasty buzzing below--an
infectious virus.
Children here, young adults now, figuring out their places
in the next generation of whatever makes sense in an absurd world: envisioning
grandeur; chasing perfection; expressing aggression.
Outside my window, childhood objects disintegrating in the
backyards of success.
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