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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Friday, May 21, 2010

A Little Girl for a Puppy


       Don brought an abandoned puppy to Lucy Park, hoping a potential owner would come to get her. She lay on the concrete, half asleep, half forlorn-looking. I leaned down, scooped her up in my arms, and held her in my lap, but clearly, this did not comfort the dog. She lay her muzzle across my arm and sighed. After a while, a little girl came walking up.
        I said, "Are you the new owner of this puppy?"
        She said, "Well, if my Mom lets me have it."
        I handed her the puppy. The little girl sat on the concrete with the pup.
        It happened rather quickly. The pup began to whine and lick the little girl's cheeks. The little girl giggled. Then the mom appeared and saw her daughter with the puppy.
        Groan. "We have four dogs already," she said with an entonation that gave me the sense she would be taking home a fifth. After an hour at Lucy Park, the mom, the little girl, and the puppy got into their van and drove home.
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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
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Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
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Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
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