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  today is sunny and unseasonably cold here

  my right knee is sore and I walk with a limp

  it is night now in China and almost tomorrow

  somewhere children play in sand at the seashore

 the car's check engine and tire indicators are on

 below my navel there is an ugly patch of inflamed skin

 the building lobby is littered with holiday season packages

 in bars on every continent people order drinks and tell stories

 my hair up top recedes further in a widening circle

 down the hall small, vicious dogs bark persistently

 the news isn't encouraging: war, famine, terrorism

 everywhere the old huddle in whatever warmth they can

 the oracles all give muddled answers - or none at all

 while I need to feel like the next kiss is the first