Enticingly placed among thousands of close-standing, newly-budded, tall, dark trees
float snowy white, delicate flowers, on leggy bush trees, in lacy clusters
like ghostly spirits
beckoning me to come…see…touch…experience
refreshing spring in the wild mass of knolls, hills, mountains of West Virginia
TR
“Hello!”
Startled, I answered, “Hello!” as I walked by the stalls in the convenience store ladies’ restroom.
I paused for a second, looking around for the greeter, then continued to the last stall, feeling sheepish. Somebody in a stall must have just answered her cell phone.
Sure enough, I heard her start to chat by herself. So, I worried. The caller shouldn’t know where his or her conversation was taking place. Fortunately, the phone talker flushed first and finished the conversation at the sink.
Now, I’ll always wonder where someone is when I call, and I’m determined that I, myself, will never become a hidden greeter in the loo.
TR
Deep baby blue Easter skies with
juicy full white clouds framing and
dappling the flat farmed countryside with
dark shadow splotches, bright sunburst patches like
spotlights searching for actors on a stage and
turning dark blue on the eastern horizon with
every object in high definition while
slashing rain blesses somewhere over there
Have to sit in a junior high math classroom, for an hour and a half, to judge pairs of Duet Actors. Could be at home watching TV or working on hobbies, but I’m here alone, in a student’s desk, staring at whiteboards, massive encouragement posters, desks, carpeting.
Movements and foot-treads rustle and boom as people walk in the hallway or perform forensically in front of other judges nearby.
Spend time reading a book, taking swigs of water, getting up and doing exercise windmills, toe touching, leg stretches.
Forty-five minutes snail away, with my sighs, wiggling feet, thinking about the upcoming Easter break.
Muffled conversations, laughter, come and go in the hall.
Ask myself, how would I decorate the room if I were the teacher? and have colorful spiral hangings from the ceiling, when suddenly—a duet finally arrives!
How exciting! Can’t let on, though!
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