Monday, September 25, 2017
Regarding the recent rejection slip you sent me. I think there must have been a misunderstanding. What I really wanted was for you to publish my story, and send me fifty thousand dollars.
Didn't you realize that?"
—Snoopy, and Charles Schulz
The elder with the walker who
has talked to us about the turtle eggs
visits the swan, late afternoon:
his favorite friend, his self-appointed charge.
One, all careless grace,
the other clumsy and conspicuously careful,
come to grace
the slow, excruciating way around.