Left abandoned on the high veldt, I notice how parts of speech often do not hang to- gether. Rather run their own races — all the fullstops coal- esced in a ball by a waterhole, the commas top to tail in a daisy chain that winds through the grass & on up to the distant hills. As for the conditional clauses — well. . . Sometimes words might stop to talk to me, but because there is no co- herence to their delivery they are left lying on the ground like scat, unheeded until some- one like Rudyard Kipling sees them & theorizes how leopards might have come by their spots.
Saturday, May 23, 2026
Another "Just So Story"
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