We bring it in;
Invited or not, it's given welcome.
Beginning clear, sharp, sparkling —
Becomes a bit cloudy, soft, charming … then
Wicked, belligerent, rough.
The next time it shows up,
We will have forgotten three and four and five and more.
Seeing one and two … yup — we always re-open the door.
Would that I remembered as much.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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