I threw away the good story. I threw away the good poem. I got a whole bunch of leaves and garbage, and I put them on the table. The wind blew on them, gently. I'm watching this, when Chung Tzu comes into the backyard, holding a large worn paper-bag.
"What are you doing?" asks Chung Tzu.
"I'm writing the next Great American Novel." I reply.
"Oh? What is it called?" inquires Chung Tzu.
"Garbage and Leaves On a Table." I say.
"Well, good luck with the writing." says Chung Tzu. He fishes around in the big paper bag.
"What's in the bag?" I ask Chung Tzu.
"Oh, nothing. Just an old greasy sandwich. You'd hate it. I can think of nobody else who would appreciate it."
"Lucky you!"
"Oh Dear! My precise good fortune, is your good fortune too. Don't forget to write about that!"
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9/18/2011
In the Backyard
Escondido
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