from the year 2000

                                          
                                              
                                              
[ Information re this poem is at
      rho00109  2008-07-09 ]               
                                             
                                          
                                               
                                       
Huh!?!                           
                                    
                                     
Uh, I didn't come prepared!
And my elfin intuition just
doesn't--.  Listen, I would
have had seven or so to--.
Where was it I heard that
wobbling old guy snatch
my intention with his hard
voice?  I remember he pulled
a yellow bandana out from
under this fish-hooks hat
and waved it floppily at
the lamppost as he jerked
into dance; then--.  You
could have been there.  I
didn't have to.  What
is it with us, flittering
from site to site?  Do we
think--?  Must our sight
not miss even one chance
for that grand insight?
                                
                                
Brian Arthur Salchert       
                                 
                                 
                                
                                
                            
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