A dolphin can jump in waltz time. Anything can be in waltz time. It’s easy. All you have to do is miss the last heartbeat
out of four. The last heartbeat comes, here it comes, and you say, “I’m sorry – what did you say?” And your heart
plunges back into the water. It counts to one.
My telescope is in the parking lot aimed at the gymnasium. It looks just like a camera in a parking lot. Ho Ho! It is quite deceptive! with its looks and how it is aimed at the door of the gymnasium in the manner of a camera. Strong men, strong with muscles, leave the gymnasiums through the doors that they open. Their muscles are wet. They see my telescope and become angry! My telescope is pointed towards the strong men of the gymnasium. It appears to be a camera but it is really not and their muscles become larger as they run and more wet as they run Towards me and my telescope which I am picking up in order to carry∞ 114 ∞ with me as I run away quickly upon my legs which run very fast! I must run fast! But I am afraid that I do not run fast enough! I run as fast as I can, but I do not spend enough time at the gymnasium! The strong men spend many hours at the gymnasium. What have I done? Nothing! Nothing! How I wish I were planting hibiscus flowers in a garden or eating a hamburger with a pickle on its bun!
-- Ricky Garni is a writer and cyclist born in Florida and living in North Carolina. He was recently published in BEECHER’S MAGAZINE, RIPRAP and EGG. His latest work is entitled DOTS, a book with an important box in the middle.