Forget the trees, history books...
Remember those dumb, wide-eyed looks...
And actions from more than a few
Of those you thought you damned-well knew:

My dentist, the gentlest of men on Earth,
Full of laughter, joking, barrel of mirth...
Wielded instruments like scythes and rakes.
Crinkled eyes became slitted, like snakes.

The supermarket stockboy, always nice...
When asked about broccoli, only twice...
Pointed in the vicinity of Cuba.
I got him back. I found them in Aruba.

From the Garbage Management's cheery sot:
'On the curb! By four thirty a.m.! On the dot! '
How many animals got at it...tore?
Two mornings later...the garbage truck roars.

Been buying from a store since 20 A.D.
Then, identification they have to see.
'I left my dossier in my damned car
With the money...I'll be buying at a bar! '

So, with cue stick and break,
Was feeling pretty smug.
Bought a round for my friends...
'You want a deposit on the mugs! ? '

Some days, you don't win...
Some are just fate.
Don't sweat the small stuff...
Stay home. Bake a cake.

Cake? Another sad-ass story...

elysabeth faslund

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