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By Abigail Goldman
Wednesday December 30, 2009 - 09:34:00 AM

You do not know.  

Being assured you are always, some part of you calculating 

The time and the effort, the cost relative to the payoff  

Didn’t you go higher 

To the eucalypti, where the path is slick with slant and 

Dried leaves perilous on to the point where 


1 mile. It is a rare foothold in the mind. 

And little to see, but the trees, and their buttons and forced to sit and smell for slipping, 

And maybe to take one, or two, and have a display, nay— a collection! No, no, no. 

I was present, but by accident; 

The air was cool and pleasant.