Clarion
There are people who don’t hear an internal monologue or private dialogue in their heads.
I know people who don’t imagine that songs on the radio are by or about them and their private affairs.
Humans live in a narrow slice of time compared with dogs for whom what we think of as recent history is still present on the air.
I have dreams in which I’m not even a protagonist. Am I the only one? It’s like watching television with a sense of great urgency.
The ornamental pear puts out just two small leaves of such a clarion red amidst the green ones that I look up the meaning of clarion and find it refers to a small high-pitched medieval trumpet or to the sound it made.
This makes me want to weep and to be seen weeping. Do you know what I mean?