chapter two

THESE ARE THE BEST OF TIMES, THESE ARE THE WORST...

he had a couple of hours before his face to face. Needed space. A quiet place. (requiem for an ass?)

he laughed.

Not far from work (a short hike for a jerk) was his respite.

Flowers and trees-the scent in the breeze- could bring him to his knees
Oh Lord! Please?...

The best was the carp pond.

Teeming Teeming

unlike the seas...

Metaphor

(teams and seasons)

"He's a baseball fan" he said too loud-for others heard

"sorry- speaking to myself, i am not too proud"
(not part of this herd)

{back to point-focus}

{Gashouse Gang}
pepper martin

((remember, Popa said)

{ticking , ticking}

pinstripe man to redbird fan

there's a plan...


{random thoughts in the head of an innocent man)

as he exited

"how was your visit?"

"perfect as usual

thank you mam'"

{make your pitch

take a stand...}



he gazed at his watch...

time to smell the roses...