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triumphant return from
Even now diplomats refuse to carry one,
as if distance from a symbol is enough.
I vote for distance from the thing,
not from the thing standing for the thing.
But isn’t that just so twenty-first century?
Seduced by association, by smarmy flattery & slick promises?
We buy the toothpaste, fast car, breast implants,
pornographic magazine, presidential candidates.
We consume, in hopes we can not only have, but be,
what we see: surface reflection lacking integrity.
One of far too many misguided talismans
into whose power we place our human destiny.
I say, umbrella or not, furled or otherwise,
let us turn our faces upwards.
Let it rain.
(cc) Karen G. Johnston
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