I was going to write about something...
It was not going to be about ee cummings, or Robert Frost, or not even a poet.
How many poets are there?
Some write and compose them on pieces of paper, maybe a toilet paper roll...
Never to be heard or seen again.
We believe that by publishing on the Internet, the World wide web, that there is some pretext of permanence.
Maybe.
I think I was going to write about going to my 50th state in my 50th year.
And then things ending.
Corona virus, aka COVID-19, aka the pandemic crisis has stopped this process for now.
But maybe not next time...
The vaccine will alleviate fears, and maybe I will make it while 50.
The world could end then, or at least for some of us.
It was not going to be about ee cummings, or Robert Frost, or not even a poet.
How many poets are there?
Some write and compose them on pieces of paper, maybe a toilet paper roll...
Never to be heard or seen again.
We believe that by publishing on the Internet, the World wide web, that there is some pretext of permanence.
Maybe.
I think I was going to write about going to my 50th state in my 50th year.
And then things ending.
Corona virus, aka COVID-19, aka the pandemic crisis has stopped this process for now.
But maybe not next time...
The vaccine will alleviate fears, and maybe I will make it while 50.
The world could end then, or at least for some of us.
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