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A Sign for Our Times
Some folks put declarative signs
on their lawns or windows. Signs in support of a political
initiative/sentiment, or a candidate, or their aunt Ida.
Our public spaces are covered
with signs, too. Those tell us what to buy and how much fun we’ll have when we
do.
It’s a free country, so put ‘em
up if that’s your thing. But it decidedly isn’t mine.
Frankly, I feel inundated. Flooded.
Practically choked.
So you will forgive my delight
when, while walking with a friend, I spotted this one—
Make of it what you will. That’s
part of its beauty.
3 comments:
Your comment--"I feel inundated. Flooded. Practically choked."--reminded me of the Ogden Nash poem:
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.
YES to Mr. Nash^
I've never put up a sign like this. I prefer to look at nature, not signs.
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