Park Place

The parasite cannot find its way north or

anywhere. Uninvited, it gloms on to 

the unknowing host. How easy is it

to remain unseen and benefit 

from this common although odd arrangement?

I used to consider snowstorms faux

estrangement from the flatland, walking toward

some destination, a patterned belief in 

the value, let's say, of Park Place. I just read

the professor who declared its inherent 

value as lower than believed. Net zero, 

in fact. If it's all about how to be 

indelible, then stop. March right back to where

you think you were, apart from the mother ship.