I have observed Labor Day by doing basically nothing at all, but
selkie introduced me to the sea-flooded Paleolithic of Cosquer Cave with its seals and great auks and the hand-marks of children and the one unknown figure like a seal-headed man speared, which reminded me that some days ago I meant to link the Langton Herring burial with its amulet of a Roman coin and its copper alloy mirror whose bladed crescent pattern made me think at first sight of owls. The clouds tonight are too thick for the aurora and the last of the Perseids, but the light has done its knife-trick of paling suddenly to autumn, as if summer just blew off it like haze. I am sure the heat will be back, the way we have scrambled the seasons: I keep trying to look for the tells to hold on to, like the late green curl of the leaves; the last of the monarchs in milk-jade chrysalis, a record twenty-two this summer if all safely make it to flight. I could go for a small ice age if I could be assured of the megafauna.
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- 1: I do some of my best work in the British Museum
- 2: I made a deal with the devil, but I never got paid
- 3: How do you love? How do you solve the etiquette?
- 4: And I'm sorry that I forgot that binders don't go in the dryer
- 5: Trying my best to arrive
- 6: And where the arrow leads, you never know
- 7: The earth is too smart for us to break through
- 8: Cigarette, Alka-Seltzer, career to the back of the place
- 9: So can we say we'll never say the classic stuff, just show it?
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