Feste

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Feste's* kind of day,
children indoors, 'festering' happily
confronting the dark, guardian beast
in the long, palace throne-room,

while I'm out with this clown,
getting rained on,
listening to local backyards
busy with these shunting trains of wind:

'a husha husha' hedgerows;
thorns set to roaring -

now from a block away,
chunnering in on its tracks of avenue
blowing by, banging a bin;

yet hardly a leaf let fly -
the last on the beeches such stubborn fighters
miserly maple all backs of limp hands shaking
- a raincoat on the washing line's an angry wraith.

All so overdone,
_____________playing to the pits -
broad smiles and slapstick,
_____________telegraphed paws, guffaws
that even the somber yews
____________  blase bully-boys
quake with tears of mirth.

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*Feste is the clown in Shakespeare's 'Twelfth Night' who sings the song 'Hey ho, the wind and the rain..'

Oh, and as I was typing this up, evil was defeated on the Wii and the Zelda credits are now panning across the TV screen.





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