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Poem for Thursday and Ellicott City Shopping


Canal Bank Walk
By Patrick Kavanagh

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web
Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech,
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.

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My Wednesday was work and chores and really not much worth writing home about except a nice conversation with a neighbor I don't know well, a brief shopping trip with an unexpected coupon, and a glorious sunset while driving home from a Pokemon EX raid (at which Mewtwo ran away from me AGAIN).

We watched The X-Files, which I'd been dreading but really liked -- CSM has not ruined everything yet -- then the first episode of Britannia, which is well-filmed and well-acted but I suspect too bloody for me to stick with. From Ellicott City last weekend, some photos of the main shopping area:

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