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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Marc Darnell


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Driving By A Place I Used To Live 2

It looks as if it were a single room—
a roof upon a cube, but I am sure
it stood a castle to our tiny statures,
of cherry wood and teal linoleum.

We were good, so Santa always came—
our family was an ordinary picture,
affable and seldom needing lectures,
but future years wouldn't be the same.

I live up high, the idling dots are people,
but at eye-level, detached blurs to me.
It's better when we're young, look up at eyes

from giants full of love, to be little,
but then we grow, look for space, and marry
to live in houses never quite our size.