they sat back in folding chairs in
dappled shade talked out for the moment stoned listened
to the wind go through the trees an occasional cry of a hawk the near-silent skittering
of chipmunks and quail at seed fallen from birdfeeders hanging from eaves
he took a deepdeep breathsighed
without preface Woudya do it again
Do it again.
What would I do againhave
I done it before?
Woudnt be here if you didnt
Might suppose Im askin woud you want to be here again take the same route same avenue or change it up to have it be something
other
Perhaps
Unimaginable
I woud
I woud without the slightest
hesitation
I’m not following.
Do what
again?
Your youth man
See the trees Pick one
The
trunk splits left an right you went right Left Left may possibly have led away from where you
are now
Compound the possibilities the branches
limbs sticks buds leaves
Whichever you choose of the multitudes of leaves fruit either fallen from it your death
The tree comprises your life your choices
Its you
Youve enjoyed an abundance of
opportunity Silver spoon stuck in your
mouth
Made a different decision
Maybe no spoon
Do your youth
again
pessimistically You’d do yours without the slightest
hesitation. Be right here.
Reliving your youth doesnt mean youd end
up right here again
Maybe in the neighbourhood
Not reliving it exactly
Only your youth
I don’t know how to answer that question.
Thas fair Fair Ive
given it a lot of thought
sighed Without the slightest hesitation
Get back to me ifya remember
Ya don Ill remind you
Speaking
of which Ifya had one prior life
to this Where Wha era
I haven’t given it any thought yet.
Ill remind ya
0854, Wednesday,
14 5. 25
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