"What else, what else, Lum?" the team asks as one.
"Nothin' much, she just added 'Elk oil, pa'.
And somethin' about flyin'. Wait a minute, I'm tryin'."
(You can hear his brain trying.) "Yeah, ain't no denyin',
she said 'You flew CI581'. So bizarre!"
Pond, woodcut by Frederick Nunley
fishpond
Pip Wilson
This is the blog where I post poetry as I find it in the fishpond outside the door of my garden flat.
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