Thoughts of Leaving Someday
From ditties et lettre
of Abe Isaacs
Six bookcases lining the wall and filled on the inside with
jacketed books and above with two philodendrons (one split-leafed), two sensaveria that bloom every third
year or so, an old microscope, test tubes on a rack, an oak bowling pin, a bulb
that he found on the beach, and a glazed bookcase from his grandfather -- a
shaman of a different ilk -- that one filled with sacred books. On the wall
were diplomas and certificates and pictures of der alte hexenmeister from
Vienna. Then, again, there were five chairs, a desk, a couch and an intention
to leave this office some day.
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