The world stops with death, The living say. But only for a while, really, Before it cranks up again To full spin and throttle, Even for the beloved, Save the anniversaries. This now is purgatory, But with no heaven –
Nature – the Spurned Gift
While traveling in an eastern nation some years ago, I marveled at how even something as insignificant as a business card, was received with both hands and a bow, with respect and gratitude, quite in contrast to the cursory manner