15,683. I READ IT SOMEWHERE

I READ IT SOMEWHERE

I read it somewhere and that's all I

can remember. The trees were maybe

bending in an unexpected wind and 

the two dogs were playing by the

gate. Little was made of anything

special and the coloring of all the

trees was waning already, like a

carnival pulling out of town. Had

I the intention of making some

contribution, my mise en scene 

would be of alarms and of bells

with people staring blankly back

to the audience and not knowing

what to say. Stage left the cock

would crow and a morning light

would be suggested and over at

the right some disgruntled fellow

would be sitting at a table with

a snifter of whatever he drinks.

A weird lady would come running

in and she'd declaim how the barn

was on fire and only the farmhands

knew how to save it but no one

would even lift a hand to help.