. . . the black bag in his dream
he didnt believed it was a bag
rather
a symbol
who the hell would dream
then absentlyfocus on a black plastic lawn and leaf bag stuffed inside an brightshiny
aluminum trashcan
likely he was compelled by cash wetted denominations fivestenstwenties stuck together stuck
to the bottom of the bag
itd be an effort to unstick them particularly when he had no idea what they were
wetted with
glue?
that day hed been invited to attend what
he understood was a benefit barbecue for something called The Optimist Club
had heard of it though had no idea what
it was
turned out to be an Event
The
Third Annual
he
wouldnt think something could be called annual until it ranWha
ten years
Annual Anniversaries
he knew too many marriages that brokeup before then
something survives ten yearsthen it deserves to be called an annual
or maybe they were being optimistic
the function was held inside a
building The Pavillon
a barbecue inside
maybe because they were serving wine alcohol
prohibited in public parks at a makeshift bar a festive Christmas tablecloth
screw Thanksgiving over an eightfoot folding table
he asked the bartender
Any
beer
Wine.
asked the bartender
Mixed
drinks
Wine.
Man canya really call yourself a bartender monosyllabic at that whine
and to
boot
a raffle
along the walls narrow tables threefeet deep and atop them short
artificial thematicallydecorated Christmas trees unwrapped gifts placed beneath
tickets were purchased
tickets were slipped inside slotcapped
glass urns under the individual trees
the raffle proceeds were to fund various Optimistic
projects
the largest portion to provide college scholarships
all and all a worthwhile cause
but he thought it was a barbecue
and the more he thought of those denominations stuck to the bottom of
the black bag in his dream
he thought
Man ya bend over to pickup a pennyno matter heads or tails
excusing himself from a clutch of
people who were drinking wine he found the can it had been placed in a remote corner dumped
trash on the floor that had been tossed on top the sticky bills yanked the bag
free tossed it to one side put the trash back into the brightshiny aluminum can
and wandered off flaccid sack over his shoulder like a vagrant Santa
2300, Tuesday,
25 11. 25
1053, Wednesday,
26 11. 25