I beg of you, my dearest
Love me when I am old
When my thoughts do not leap from my mouth
But hide in the membranes in my subconscious.
The dark, dismal sky belched bilious clouds
of navy and black that hovered over the
crucifixion cross marked "King of the Jews."
Howling winds screeched gossipy gasps...sulking...
A lonely little tot in tattered overalls crouched beneath the edge of the old farm house
His face was so young, but strangely old, scarred with tears and frosted with fright.
Slowly and carefully he pulled the day's collected treasures from his bulging pockets: