Circa 1900 Waldo sharpened the blades of his turn-of-the-last-century sled and slid Downhill at age eighty-four. His wife chided him, “Old fool!” It jades, The spirit, with the practicality survival crams into an aging head. What more Can it do to the slat-and-metal tool discovered in inanity hid? Pity So many slide into dead in hours made days; days, decades— done did. December Branches Time must loathe green eyes ————————-that look at the earth and see through its lies...
