A contemplation via poetry of how beautifully contextual symbolism is. After the (dramatic) reading, I discuss some of its themes and go on some tangents.

This standalone poem is part of the jumble of writing that has been stowed in The Glove Compartment sub-anthology, as it doesn't yet fit with another narrative.

The text for this original poem can be read on Vocal.

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