I step out into the sun, eyes hazy from a restless sleep, mind struggling for balance. To my left cries a tomcat, pleading for his next feline conquest, while tall oaks stretch through a turquoise glimmering sky. A puff of warmth settles upon me, sending subtle sweet shivers rippling along my skin. I am nourished, I think, but it's going to be a long, lonely day if I don't find my way back. Two nurses, clad in black, shuffle past me, bowing their heads out of concern. I call out for help, but help is a long time and sad place away, And, besides, I've never been particularly interesting to nurses or nuns, nonetheless. Lift your head to the sky. Lift your arms up high. Find the life that suits you right. Never believe you can quit the fight. I've got no time for questions, and I don't bother learning the language. I just spin in a circle, and shout at the tomcat to stop the barbecue from being so hot that our sustenance is engulfed in flames. Then again, a rainbow ain't nothing but colored light if all you find is fool's gold.
Alfred C. Martino
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