The Jester

The Jester I was eating a roast beef sandwich with fried onions when I looked up and saw a woman beautiful with eyes green as the Irish Sea smiling, at me. Not possible, why should she? I sat with my back to a wall and a painting hang there, perhaps her smile was at the picture. I smiled too but avoided looking directly at her, more like I was remembering something pleasant, and began eating my sandwich, thought the meat a bit raw. They hung him on the cross so we could eat more meat, and millions of animals are sacrificed every year… I spun a carpet of broken thoughts between me and her. Finally I looked up, she was gone, a fata Morgana, she was a memory momentarily coming alive. I turned looked at the painting behind me it was that of a clown.