| Romance in a Very Short Story I opened the door To the stone cottage walked in and dropped the poem on the kitchen table. It was a good poem - short and fat. "Arthur did you bring this poem home for dinner?" "Yes Janie" Arthur I can smell it. It smells like puppies barking in their dreams" "Arthur that poem is alive!!! - It is LEAKING happiness all over the table - I HAVE TOLD YOU Not To BRING LIVE POETRY INTO THE HOUSE. The happiness is dripping onto the floor. Have you tried To get happiness stains off the floor?????? I took the poem outside To clean it. Janie would put it in a pot with vegetables and then pour in some of her love sonnets - It made a great meal. Some times She would pour in too many Love sonnets and I would end up chasing her around the table and She would giggle and laugh. I had heard that same giggling for thousands of years and I still loved it. Janie was growing two Novels in the garden, and poems and love sonnets on a vine with a few rows of short stories and some limericks and jokes. She even had a row of puns. I brought the poem back in and handed it To her. She put it in a pot and started adding the vegetables. "Janie I saw a poem down by the river Today. It is fat with the love that a little girl has for her Daddy and it makes the same sound as Sunshine on your hair. I will chase that poem down for you and bring it home for dinner tomorrow" Janie smiled at me and then poured a whole bottle of her love sonnets into the pot Is Not eternity grand? Patrick Nickolas Zara- 2007 For information or Comments, contact Carl |