Kids stop by
but I’ve got nothing to offer. A lizard inside a bottle is dying. The shower keeps dripping. The song that was playing ended. What will I offer the kids who stop by?
A future, says a voice.
A future? What future? I reply. And this ensues a discussion between the voice and I. By the time the conversation is over the kids who stop by have left. I'm left, with a dead lizard, no water and a big silence. And although I have plenty of time to think about that question What future? I don't want to...the kids who stop by don't stop by anymore.
-gsa
I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?
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4.24.2009
Kids stop by
by g at 4/24/2009
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