January 12, 2006

The Call

The voice sounded like vintage
wine poured from an old oak barrel.

"Won't you contribute
to the Grand Old Party?

My heart hardened.
"No," I said, fed up
by a party abdicating
reason and responsibility
and having about them only
the whiff of flaccitude.
"Best they spend some time
in the wilderness
and lose so that the
lesson might sink in."

I hung up
but the thought nagged:
how can I wish wilderness on others
and not myself?

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