Enameled Statue

Flocks of birds make fleeting shadows on the snow-covered ground, tree trunks and rooftops.

Icicles make aeronautical rhythms of drips and cracks.

A driver tells the story of her father's farm management, when he planted pines where streets sprouted and pecan trees where people shop for home improvement merchandise.

Their modest farmhouse removed for a carpark.

He still keeps a few head of cattle because he can't get farming out of daily routines.

This is the story of people insinuating themselves into the lifestories of others.

Who took over the mortgage you were marginally qualified to add to your debt load?

Are you a debt collector who hedges bets on real estate appraisals?

A spindly privet shakes off the coating of snow like a dog shedding water.

Ice bends a gutter toward the ground.

A shaft of metal has no idea it's a fingernail file.

A factory closing down doesn't tell its customers that it can no longer buy raw material on credit.

Tavern On The Green is a memorable dream.

Government leaders/workers/lenders agree who takes the next turn being the world's military police force.

Pax Romana versus 200 years of Japanese peace is balanced against lucrative defense spending.

Can a global population eliminate pockets of either/or thinking?

Will tests ever prove or disprove education and training overcome evolutionary cultural/genetic theoretical differences?

Does profit-taking have to benefit the longterm well-being of the global ecosystem? Would we eliminate cultures that don't take this into consideration from history?

Will ships and over-the-road container transport vehicles have to meet stringent environmental pollution restrictions or be recycled?

Are light and noise pollution?

How much does the presence of police/military create a class of lawbreaking criminals/resisters? [I assume it doesn't create resistors and capacitors.]

Is pain or the absence of pain your pillow of comfort?

Does it matter if one's observations/writings are pertinent to the moment in which they're created?

These are the rows plowed and planted with ideas. Let's watch them grow into solutions for yesterday, today and tomorrow.

When you see the cycles that repeat themselves, you'll see the truth without the need of mass hypnosis/persuasion/agreement.

Art does not exist. Life imitates its self-reflective illusion.

If you can't take the subtle heat of satire, get out of the kitchen where they're cooking up a hot batch of humour that will sneak up on you and set your tongue afire.

And grown-ups, don't let immature kids play with matchmaking - they don't know the difference between joking around and bullying - somebody or something will burn.