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The Time Chain

“Between two Breaths,” you said . . .
smell Spring,
bee sound,
gentle breeze through headstones
barefoot running in grass,
jumping markers.
At last stretched out,
fingers gliding down pollen covered noses,
“Between two Breaths, you said, now is Freedom.”
Kissing,
compensates thirst.
itchy blanket,
wool n laughter.
Time crept up
enfettered us.
“Between two Breaths, you said, now is Freedom.”
Through pane,
dirty glass
grey clouds,
obscured gate twelve.
Couldn’t I have stayed.
The woman next to me
cried from Frankfurt to Fort Worth.
“Between two Breaths, you said, now is Freedom.”

(c) 1988 By David L Nelson, All Rights Reserved

Macbeth Act IV, Scene 1

A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

First Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.

Second Witch. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch. Harpier cries ‘Tis time, ’tis time.

First Witch. Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch. Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

[Enter HECATE to the other three Witches]
Hecate. O well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i’ the gains;
And now about the cauldron sing,
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.

SNCF

S.N.C.F. (Société National de Chemin de Fer) – First published on AutumnLetters.com 06/10/2011
Ringless fingers
scratch nose
rub sore eyes.

Hours of FrozenTrees
Scream passed window seat
Misty tracks ahead
you are missing to me

close to station
Dive hotel, windows open
bedding slumped over sills
Cleaning lady
light blue smock
5’2″ 190lbs
salt & pepper hair, bun
should be enjoying those golden years
beating dust
Spanish mattresses
unmade.
Linen business suits
Armani
black, stylish
whose spouses
know
and ignore

I almost wished I hadn’t quit smoking.

Two day old chewy bread loaf stinky German cheese bitter-sweet French cocoa are no substitute

Hours of FrozenTrees
Sleep passed window seat
tuhthunkadunk paaauuse tuhthunkadunk paaauuse tuhthunkadunk paaauuse tuhthunkadunk paaauuse
tuhthunkadunk paaauuse tuhthunkadunk paaauuse tuhthunkadunk paaauuse tuhthunkadunk paaauuse

(c) 1988 by David L Nelson, All Rights Reserved