Odd Walking Thoughts

Drink the wine little boy. Drink it. Look at the lines, little boy. The box fills you well. Have you run along the walls? Have you opened the front door? A man walks toward you. Climb the curtain. He wants a question from you. The man. With the purple. We can’t tell about the purple because it’ll give it all away. A boy finds a marble. The marble is clear with a stripe. The boy asks the marble, ‘What color is this stripe. I can’t see colors.’ The marble replies, ‘Watch me roll. Watch me spit into your mouth the color I choose while you scream for help. You’ll do nothing.’

copyright 2017 -M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts – The Late Sky

The late sky came and we breathed it well. We struck out through the mess of brush and trees and listened to the wind. We found him dead on the opposite side of the ravine. His eyes were not closed and one of us asked why not. The wind answered, ‘Because this was the best moment never to close them.’ -copyright 2016 M. Taggart

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Up Maine. Photo taken by myself and my iPhone.

Much is said – Odd Walking Thoughts

He had said much but much was said without seeing.  He wasn’t my friend though he thought so. In fact he thought we ought to be best of friends.  Mud has a funny color and at most times we cannot see it.  A hole deepens and we approach and ask if we might want to follow it down to see what’s to find. We ask, ‘Should we?’ and wait and the trees care very little about our question.  However, the frog is again here and replies, ‘If you were to lay your small face against the mud and listen you might know before asking.’