| | bad dream last night...
defeat
The boardwalk is almost completely empty. If I look as far as I can see east, then west, perhaps I can spot three solitary figures as tiny silhouettes against the grey December sky.
Sometimes solitude calls. And you need the endless horizon. And the sound of the wind and the sea wiping all else away.
Far away in Manhattan the damage by now lies heaped on stainless steal tables at the morgue. Piles of failure. Assorted debris of law enforcement gone completely wrong. I'd said I'd be "right back," and walked out of the alley and onto the street and down to the corner and then, from Ninth Avenue over to Sixth, the wind tearing at the t-shirt I wore, and climbed on the first train appearing, riding all the way until the tracks ended.
I should go back. I should get someplace warm. At least I should buy, or steal, a sweatshirt. Something. But for this hour I am frozen. Not by the cold. Simply by the need to not be among humanity.
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copyright 2007 by Ira Socol
Ruphelia Writes On. BettyDoesLife at just above absolute zero. DEISENBERG on December 7.
 St. Nicholas Church on St. Nicholas Day. One more American family made safe through gun ownership - "The police recovered an AK-47-style semiautomatic weapon at the store,
which the authorities said Mr. Hawkins had apparently stolen from his
stepfather. He carried two magazines with 30 rounds each, the police
chief said, "the capacity to fire multiple rounds in a short period of
time."' A bigger obstacle to peace than Hamas? - perhaps.
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