. . fresh green grass . . where do the children play . . .
he mused
it found its way
he had lost the little handcarved bone
buffalo his girlfriendbefore they were girlfriendboyfriend thoughtfully gave
him in 2008completely surprising him he didnt
realise she understood his fondness for buffalo for bones
their artistry
they had to meet a second
timemonths apart before they coalescedcaught fire
as abysmal their first meeting was was as enchanting their second
it blew their minds
he had carried the buffalo with
him every day since
it fell from a holesonofabitch
in a pocket of his athletic shorts Sonofabitch
returned homerealising he had he called
her immediately
they played phonetag
finally they spoke early eveningfor
which he was grateful the sun hadnt set he knew telling her in the dark would be
hard on him
The Hemingway line whawas it YesThe Sun Also Rises It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about
everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing. it stuck with himhed never lose that there was
only one hole big enough to steal it from him
Are you okay? Your messages made
me nervous.
Im sorry to worry you I had to tell you I . . I coudnt leave it to
a message
he confessed
he concluded Im depressed Ive lost too many people I love as you know an the little buffalo consoled me
I know that sounds nuts but its
true hed become a talisman helped fortify me when I was unable to reach you
I am sorry.
Thank you
Thank you for sharing giving him
to me He is
irreplaceable
slowlyslowly slowly he retraced his walkingreading steps
he couldnt say how many driedyellow broken leaves and bits of trash paper
looked like him
he found two dimes three pennies
two carbusted dead young squirrels
suntime, Sunday,
22 5. 22
1143, Monday,
23 5. 22
Cat Stevens Where Do the Children Play? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPHawByQeQo
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