Wear and Tear

Bob, , , 
The cloud-work for a tune. Cloud-work as formal
Attire. In a way, autumn moves away from

One, notice the red shift in the leaves. We
Talk galaxies and the cosmos. Of the hourglass. 

The dance of masks.
And how the dance strips away the mask.

Infinity is pretty. The sofa is 
From a garage sale. A soul is a crew of words.

9 thoughts on “Wear and Tear”

  1. ooh, that dance of masks had me in anthropology land, an ancient tribe and then you surprised me wonderfully with “And how the dance strips away the mask” and all that followed with “infinity us pretty.” Just brilliant Bob. I used to dance drunk at bars or i wouldn’t call it dancing, there was no order or method to it, but damn did it feel great.

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    1. Thanks Steve. It’s interesting we put on masks all our lives, which is usually a good thing, trying different things. But losing, letting go of the ego is always a challenge.

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      1. oh, i hadn’t thought about it as masks trying different things. I like that. My girlfriend calls it melting into whatever we’re doing or wherever we are, maybe like that saying “when in Rome…..” I was never too sure about the expression because it seems complacent, especially when things get bad.

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