augury doggerel

Thursday, April 24, 2003


Four boards are missing from a plank bridge in the woods. A cartoon prop. Fading whistle, boom. I'm supposed to fear the kid will fall through the gap and die, though I'm not supposed to even think die, because the word is a spell. Instead I watch her run back and forth over the bridge and jump the gap. It's the gap she loves just now.

While I watch the kid, her mother is away jumping horses, a trick the kid is not permitted.

I can't tell either about either. A secret for each today.


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