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More than two years have gone

Since September 29th, 2015.

The show that must go on

-An Odd Duck And A Calico Cat –

Has come to an end.

 

Memories fond

And bittersweet

From the fertile mind

Of an odd duck with a rumpled black top hat

Take their place in the memorial casque

Of scintillating sea shells.

 

 

Bread and wine

Shared in that first September evening

In the crisp darkness of autumn

Is only a lingering memory.

 

 

The end is not really the end.

Merely a new beginning.

 

One final curtain call

Is all that is left.

 

 

 

One final bow

from an odd duck.

One final flamboyant tip

Of his rumpled black top hat.

 

Confetti showers of pretty vibrant flowers

To the players and supporting crew

Of seasons nine and ten.

 

 

They are all beautiful

-the royal and the common –

And deserve your appreciative applause.

 

Tomorrow is a new day.

No more Disney princesses

in filmy sparkling gowns.

The play has a new name

-Windsong of the Fastigiata Orchid-

But the scenes and roles

Are much the same.

 

What is next?

Same masculine lead.

New city.

Different cast of players.

 

What will the new year of 2018 bring?

Two + zero + one + eight = 11.

Eleven is the newest royal star

And also the number of chaos, confusion and fear.

What a perfect number for

Illuminati orchestrated calamity

In the land of Amaruca and the world!

 

 

 

 

 

Will the tower play

Make one final run

As 2017 nears the end as

The hourglass sands

Of 2018 prepare their calculated rush

Of red, white and blue?

 

Eleventy-one, anyone?

It is the end of the world

As we know it,

But I feel fine.

 

Wayne O’Conner 9.29.2017