i didn't ask
how she lost her fingers
she forgot to say thank you
when i told her of the jail
i took it out while walking
through the parking lot at walgreens
don't know what made me do it
other than offering the excuse
that it needed air
i know that before the cop arrived
all was well
she, on the other hand
sang a different tune and rode on the fame
of being afraid of the moon
which brings to mind the notion
of saying goodnight to that familiar satellite
see how all is connected and all is well
the kingdom survives with every remembered tale
we look this way and that
but should offer nothing but a tip of the hat
to the one that thought it all up for amusement
(c) jim hill (12-08-05)
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