Tuesday, May 18, 2010
A walk
Lloyd Bradbury Page 1 5/18/2010
Rich called that the bridge over the Deplanes River was blocked too traffic. So giving me a ride to church was out. I told him to say a prayer for me.
I was quires. Why was the bridge closed?
Sincedeessed why not walk over there.
I walked down West 39 Street.
It was a wonderful bright warm and sunny day.
The birds were singing. The leaves were waving. There were some wild flowers supplying themselves.
I noticed the white meat wagon. They were loudening a dead Nan. The Hoffman had caught another one. Twice this week.
Policemen crossed me ocher the bridge, in church said some prayers and listened to a sermon about the end of the world.
Rich called that the bridge over the Deplanes River was blocked too traffic. So giving me a ride to church was out. I told him to say a prayer for me.
I was quires. Why was the bridge closed?
Sincedeessed why not walk over there.
I walked down West 39 Street.
It was a wonderful bright warm and sunny day.
The birds were singing. The leaves were waving. There were some wild flowers supplying themselves.
I noticed the white meat wagon. They were loudening a dead Nan. The Hoffman had caught another one. Twice this week.
Policemen crossed me ocher the bridge, in church said some prayers and listened to a sermon about the end of the world.
One must fight
The demons
Of fear
Purpose not clear
Why we here
Kiss me dear
The demons
Of fear
Purpose not clear
Why we here
Kiss me dear
Three years ago
We and not I
I sat on the bench waiting for the train
I rembered my appoimtmem
It was aith my mimister
I told my troubles
He sayed “ Think WE not I”
I returned to the bemch
Amtrak wizzed by at 60
I stood up and went home
