Sonnet: The Story Thus Far
He was driving his wife's Camarro on the water-clogged
highway, when along came a spider and sat down beside him,
instantly calling into question certain attitudes of his that she
had come to deplore, to despise, to wish she'd never had
to put up with. Meanwhile, basking in an altogether different
garden, his young friend was making choices of his own,
tunneling through mountains that hadn't been there earlier
in the evening. Distinguishing between topsoil and other
attributes of the garden's topography seemed completely
beyond him. A suspect finds the victim's involvement
to be entirely a matter of his own choosing, assigned
as a visitor to a small room high in the tower, unreachable
by staircase or ladder--the impossibility of it all seeming
to be a challenge, more so at least than another night of TV.
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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