MOMENTARY ILLUSION
By not complaining, I'll not complain. And the
wide-muscled men around the table won't notice.
Here's my hat. Here's my sickle. Let's let it
go at that. Today the wind was cold and it curled
my hair. having forgotten my gloves, my fingers
froze stiff. At least they didn't curl, for then the
gloves wouldn't fit.....anyway. I was listening
to two kids complain about money. Like
a Saturday matinee without popcorn or
glee. One said he hated old people,
because - as he put it - 'having
made all their money, now they
don't want anyone else to
have it.' A momentary
illusion, I thought,
for sure.
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