Then Shall You Take Me to the Fair

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Then Shall You Take Me to the Fair

What shall we say

It’s Friday

Have a good weekend

Remember the virtues in today

We know the now we have

Is what we have

Though it’s not amiss

It’s human

We are made for this

To anticipate

To plan

And if we must

Succumbing to our impulse for impatience

Count the hours

Anticipating freedom

According to allowances

Sometime Friday afternoon

School’s out

The bell

The whistle

Everyone released

Who can be released

Enjoy Araby

If bittersweet

Enjoy the festival

The fair

Enjoy the hours

Whatever you shall have

In the days

C L Couch

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I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.

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September 2, 2022

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