She came and took my pen
I don’t know if she thought
That I would be handicapped
Or if she was looking out for
The best interests of those
Whom I was writing for and
Since I couldn’t make sense
Of these things I went to my
Friend Don Juan who offered
To me a pen he had sequestered
In the bouquet of flowers he was
Offering up to Blanche, the Garden Angel,
Who just stood by, not saying a word
But had a certain look on her face and
Then I saw the two canes she was holding and
Advised the reverend Juan to back off
This was my effort to serve his best interests
He was quiet, also, and just looked at me
He didn’t say a word.
I thought it best to move away and
Leave them to settle things
Thanking him I turned and walked away
I came over and sat down at the table
My other pen had been returned by then, so
My inventory of supplies turned positive
I love exciting mornings like this and
Will probably write about it this afternoon
If I can find my pad and have enough time
Stanski
October 28, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 