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Pastimes : Valentine's Day Thread -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Elmer Flugum who wrote (495)	2/13/1999 7:36:00 PM
From: Edwarda	Respond to of 1070

Len, the Merlot is poured, the candles are lit--where are you?

To: Elmer Flugum who wrote (495)	2/14/1999 1:42:00 AM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 1070

Consolation, by Carl Dennis Could be, she tells herself, the Brahmins are right And she's enjoyed already, in a past existence, The life that for years she's lamented missing, Already driven home with her heart's companion Who in this existence is driving with someone else. Already been welcomed by their ducks and dogs And shared over dinner their plans for tomorrow. Could be that what tastes to her like longing Is really memory, the trace not washed from her tongue When she kneeled in the water to sip the water of Lethe. That's why the house in the country where he lives now Looked so familiar the one time she dared to pass it, A farmhouse of weathered clapboard, federal style, Set back from the road in a rising field. She must have lived there once, a good life, No doubt about it, selected by her watchful soul, Who wants the best for her, as this life has been selected, This climbing the stairs to her city apartment A block from the discount store, her arms full of groceries. Already she's planning her project when dinner's done. This could be the night at her writing desk When she breaks through the walls of the well-made story And flows with a loose, associative style Out to the hollows and crevices of experience. Her old life won't get her there, to this discovery, However much she may have learned with her friend When she read to him on the couch by the stove Or listened to his reading or commentary. Does she want to repeat herself, she asks, or move on? To say she was happier then than now, To say she's more restless now, and lonely, Could mean, if the Brahmins are right, She's stuck in the fiction of the one best life, Mired in the language of ranking, while the questing soul Needs many lives to complete its journey, Each with its own definition of happiness. The current definition could emerge tonight As she sits at her desk shaping her thoughts into unity Long past the hour when her heart's companion Has gone to bed with his sweetheart to whisper and touch As once she may have whispered and touched In a life she's promised herself Not to dwell on now.