Russell Edson Poems
|41.||A Journey Through The Moonlight||1/13/2003|
|42.||A Historical Breakfast||1/13/2003|
|47.||A Performance At Hog Theater||1/13/2003|
|51.||On The Eating Of Mice||1/13/2003|
|52.||A Stone Is Nobody's||1/13/2003|
|54.||One Lonely Afternoon||1/13/2003|
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One Lonely Afternoon
Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of
water, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
glasses from the sink.
And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.
Of course I'm more complex than a fern, full of deep
thoughts as I am. But I lay this aside for the easy company
of an afternoon friendship.
I don't mind sipping water with a fern, even though,
had I my druthers, I'd be speeding through the sky for
Stockholm, sipping a bloody mary with a wedge of lime.
And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping ...
An elephant went to bed and pulled a crazy quilt up under
But just as the great gray head began filling with the gray
wrinkles of sleep it was awakened by the thud of its tail
falling out of bed.
Would you get my tail? said the elephant to another
elephant also tucked up under a crazy quilt.