from the other side of 7th north i saw the two. they were loitering on the corner, watching me as i crossed the street with a handful of a plateful of lemon bars, going home from the mini-mission reunion.
"hello, fair lady of the night, happy fall" said the shorter one without a beard.
"well, hello" i said.
"take this leaf, and have a happy fall" he said.
i took the leaf. a dead one, perhaps from the true fall a winter earlier.
"would y'all like a lemon bar?" said i, not knowing if it was spring, really.
"no, you should see what sugar does to me, but that man would like one" came the reply.
the bearded fellow silently smiled, nodded, and took a lemon bar from my plate. the beardless fellow was still muttering some words about sugar.
"are you sure you don't want one? i think they're good." i said, last effort.
"no, thank you very much. have a happy fall" he smiled and bowed.
"you have . . . a happy fall . . .too" i said as i turned toward the south and continued home, the leaf still in my hand.
and it stayed there til i got home and told amy this story.
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2 comments:
yes! YES! and a happy fall indeed!
bah haha. kudos. kudos to this story
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