One Lonely Afternoon

 Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of
water, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
glasses from the sink.

 And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.



 Of course I'm more complex than a fern, full of deep
thoughts as I am.
 But I lay this aside for the easy company
of an afternoon friendship.


 I don't mind sipping water with a fern, even though,
had I my druthers, I'd be speeding through the sky for
Stockholm, sipping a bloody mary with a wedge of lime.


 And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping water
together.
 The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking
out of mine .
 .
 .

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