WHEN THE MORNING
PARADE COMES KNOCKING
'What did you have in mind?' I heard her ask, playfully.
'Setting the moon on fire, destroying the rays of the sun,
whitening the sky of morning with justice, cutting off
fame at the knees. Is that a good enough answer for you?'
And then the funny man with the summer hat and
the owlish glasses came over and - holding his
scavenger-hunt clipboard, said, 'Can you help me
with this clue, but don't tell anyone else? Whose
garden was looted for this hedgerow and trees?'
I answered, since I knew, and continued sitting down.
'George Washington's at Mount Vernon. The little
plaque that says so is right there, beneath that bush.'
I pointed about 30 feet away where, in fact, it was.
He bent down to peer, wrote down his answers,
and thanked me twice. 'All life should be that easy.'
I said that to her, but she was already gone.
PARADE COMES KNOCKING
'What did you have in mind?' I heard her ask, playfully.
'Setting the moon on fire, destroying the rays of the sun,
whitening the sky of morning with justice, cutting off
fame at the knees. Is that a good enough answer for you?'
And then the funny man with the summer hat and
the owlish glasses came over and - holding his
scavenger-hunt clipboard, said, 'Can you help me
with this clue, but don't tell anyone else? Whose
garden was looted for this hedgerow and trees?'
I answered, since I knew, and continued sitting down.
'George Washington's at Mount Vernon. The little
plaque that says so is right there, beneath that bush.'
I pointed about 30 feet away where, in fact, it was.
He bent down to peer, wrote down his answers,
and thanked me twice. 'All life should be that easy.'
I said that to her, but she was already gone.
1 comment:
God, she missed it!
Don't MOST of us...
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