A Prayer of Regrets

Maybe I should have bought Fort Garry Personnel for a dollar instead of letting it die. But I thought of next month's office rent. I remember having a desk to sit behind with a phone to make appointments, life sized, watching the business world tense around me. It would have been worth a dollar to play in a lonely historic place, continuing for another month to cherish small hopes, not quite well-dressed and smiling. A bottle of sugar in a glass of wine, pressing a tender, frightened heart into the body of a soldier.