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THE WEIGHT OF A FEATHER


brothers and sisters despite the atomsphere of forboding
and dread like a moody blues song

"....breathe deep the gathering gloom watch lights fade
from every room red becomes grey yellow turns white
we must then decide which is right
and which is an illusion...."

brothers sisters do not give up the ship until youve gone
ten fathoms to the gates of hell and are looking into
the devils blood red eyes

here is the reason why

i exited the orange line bus and walked towards
sepulveda. a few feet in front of me was a woman
with long braided hair and wearing a pair of green
khaki shorts that hugged her hips very tightly and
those hips swayed in a manner that reminded me
of tomtom drums in the deepest darkest heart of africa

i was hypnotized and mesmerized and though she
appeared quite young there was no way her body
was going to go uncommented on

" well hello beautiful! " i said

she giggled then said

" hi "

i thought to myself ' steady as she goes daddy steady
as she goes ' and replied

" let me ask you a question and
i want you to reflect on it a moment
before answering as it is the existential
question of our age "

she laughed and said

" okay "

i continued

" how did you get to be such an
incredibly beautiful woman ? "

she laughed and giggled and thanked her mom and god
and we chitted and chatted while awaiting the bus.
as the bus pulled up i thought to myself

' has the good lord delivered a little lambskin to
the big bad wolf ? ' then said

" listen darling i have a follow up question
' how can a beautiful young woman like you and
a handsome man like me become lovers ? "

she thought for a second or two and
looked in her purse while saying

" well i guess i'll give you my number and
you can give me a call and we'll see "

you could have knocked me over with a feather !