Without a Cloud in the Sky

It is a bright day, just after noon, without a cloud in the sky.

"The sky is not made out of sky." I say to Chung Tzu.

Chung Tzu hums and pets the cat.

I decide to wait a minute.

"The sky is not made out of sky." I say to Lao Tzu.

Lao Tzu looks surprised, but keeps looking out the window at squirrels in the yard.

I wait a little bit more.

"The sky is not made out of sky." I say to Henry Ford.

There is a brief pause.

"What driveling nonsense!" says Henry Ford, looking over the newspaper.


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Florida Ave South
St Louis Park