he walked into the kitchen for another cup of coffee
on the floor a fly turned toward him
kowtowed
It just kowtow to you
It did
Whacha going to do
as heshe shehe
asked he kowtowed
You kiddin me . .
.
. Look
Like I was kiddin
No
Grimly serious
he bent overplaced his hand on
the linoleum before the fly
it clambered into his palm
Hold tight
little guy
he walked
over to the kitchen window sprung the latch opened it they were under Hilary Watch a tropical
storm waltzing up Baja first since 1939 the weather was odd demur
he sensed it recognized the fly sensed it
it buzzed off his hand anwas gone
I woudnt believed it if I hadnt
seen it with my own eyes
Petite miracle
I believe they present
all the time But
I think theres something more to
your happens all the time
Not really
Someone is either mindful or theyre
not I believe Ive witnessed more than my
share of remarkable happenstances The
fly Possibly miraculous
I keep
emhold em tight I am grateful
You don speak of them
No
I actually wait for others to say
An do they
Its terribly rare But
its not no
Id scream it from the rooftops
You might scream yourself hoarse
Be grateful for whaya
have These arent great mysteries Theyre gifts
1444, Sunday,
20 8. 23
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