anecdote: On the way to work one morning, I noted these optimistic words on the sign in front of a fried chicken place: “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” On the way home, I watched for the uplifting profundity on the reverse side, which turned out to be, “Wings, 12¢”.
Day, night, rise on wings of purest white
above the arching quarrels of the times
and listen, aching, to the silent tunes
above that giant sphere so perfect blue.
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There is an article on this post in my companion blog, Platinum River—it is the entry for May 21, 2008.
