|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?"
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
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