How They Loved a Thin Man's Dress
By Adam Gaucher
I sit in public. There are children here looking over my shoulder. I choose not to corrupt their developing minds for they are yet too innocent, and it would be unfair to them. In one instance I must remain afraid for if I were to guide them, this world would deny them of their existence. There is a brittle sheet of plastic we are told to walk on. The sheet grows more and more rigid with each and every footstep taken. But, it is the fragile ones themselves who must break though and fall. Though once this occurs one has nothing to grasp on to, except a dream, and the hope for a pair of wings. Written February 17th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 12:46 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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