harry blatt
harry blatt sat back /soft chair in the
shade drank from a bottle wrapped in
a brown paper bag / took a swallow /
glanced around / took another \ put
his head back stopped motionless the
sun baking flies flying blatt looked to
be dreaming\ dead \ or asleep fact he
was none of those things was remarkable
Open the gates
present the flag
release the lions
honor the sun
hide
the women & children
our day is beginning
harry blatt wondered about looking
into the sun \ thought “is it dangerous
or just another fibber-tale” tried it the
reason he sat so still stunned him but
nothing more released the fear of
fable gave him a new outlook to use
when partitioning his inner
dialogue…………..
i don’t remember anymore what
happened after that
