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"You really shouldn't park your white horses next to my Subaru."
"Rain? Rain? Are you listening?"
She picked her sleepy head off the teller's desk,
Her hair cascading over her cheeks.
"I was somewhere far away," she spoke from the bardo.
"I don't know. I don't know. And yet I know all I need to know."
"Move your horses. Take a lunch break. Get a grip,"
Said the lady who smelled like cake and wore pineapple earrings.
"Why do you eat so much cake in the morning?"
Rain belted across the bank lobby.
"Can you even hear the rain outside, through all that icing inside?"
Her face flushed crimson between her dangling pineapples.
"Like I said," Rain continued, "I was far away, in a lost village,
Speaking to the descendants of my horses, Salient and Wonder.
"Can you hear me, pineapple lady? Can you hear this Rain?"
"Grab your horses and get out of here," the lady who adored cake shouted.
Rain lifted herself off her seat like a rising moon, and glided over the marble floor
Like the angel ghost of finance, mesmerized and mesmerizing.
Passing by she whispered to the tiny pineapple that clung the the fleshy ear,
"I was never in here. I am quite far from here."
With that Rain went outside
and walked her horses to the
meadow behind the parking lot
to reconvene with lost villages
Without interruption.
I suppose the musings that I shall immortalize upon this page,
Will make it somewhat easy for folks to estimate my age.
But o'er the years it has become very plain to me,
That some things just ain't the same as they used to be!
The times they are a-changin', that I can understand.
Many dandy contrivances have overwhelmed the land.
Most are great for the conveniences that each brings,
But the things whereof I speak are common, everyday things
The lowly hamburger for example, has lost its old-time taste.
Today, you're served a thin, frozen patty prepared with haste!
Haircuts, neck shaves and powder were usual in a barber's chair.
Now, a "hair stylist" creates a disaster with my graying hair!
The cola I savored as a lad has lost its nose-tingling fizz.
A "new and improved" potable was brewed by some college whiz.
How I relished a milkshake made in a shiny Hamilton Blender.
Now, a soft ice cream concoction is the best they can render!
We've forgotten simple phrases like "thank you" and "please."
And "excuse me" used to be proferred with such gracious ease.
Now, I'm all for real progress, I most heartily proclaim,
But, consarn it! Too many simple things just ain't the same!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)