The Wheels…

The wheels are coming off our world.

And it’s a steep downgrade with blind hairpin turns the whole way down. Don’t waver to stare at the view: you’ll fly off into it and crash in a sickening crumple. Hands firm on the wheel. Tight but easy around the curves. At the bottom it finally gentles out. Down the long alluvial slope, into the orchards and villages of a new old country. So new there’s no King yet.

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Published in: on June 30, 2008 at 5:46 am  Leave a Comment