... ..repose ....July 27, 2004   Another day finds repose.  On the far bank, a nesting egret folds upon itself, white into white, shrinking and fading like a star collapsing.  From a distance, night carries the annoying sound of heavy equipment backing.  Might I prefer the blood-curdling scream of surprise and death?  I might.  Just as I might steal away between show's end and the contrivance of an encore.  I do not regret the loss of hope.  Shame belongs to him who travels back only to fret. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..3d quarter index..|..next

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