I Have a Bridge To Sell You

Myrtle was a wise woman with the soul of many. We watched and marveled, she seemed about twenty. How does she stay young? A young stranger asked me. She drinks the wine from the Sugar Nut Tree. Where do I find it? Stranger asked, wanting to know. It is found on January sixteenth, under six feet of snow. Is it everywhere or just where the snow is deep and blue? We were on a roll, so I said “I have a bridge to sell you.”