| Childhood Stories They learned to turn off the gravity in an auditorium and we all rose into the air, the same room where they demonstrated pow-wows and prestidigitation. But not everyone believed it. That was the most important lesson I learned � that a truck driven by a dog could roll down a hill at dusk and roll right off a dock into a lake and sink, and if no one believes you then what is the point of telling them wonderful things? I walked home from the pow-wow on an early winter night in amazement: they let me buy the toy tomahawk! As soon as I got home I was going to hit my sister with it, but I didn't know this. |
| Falling Leaves A leaf falls . . . from an errant elbow's downward thrust; toppled burgundy christens snowy linen and the dodging laps of suits and gowns. A leaf falls . . . to an eager reader's sudden frustration at a maddening mystery's imminent unveiling on a time-loosened final page. A leaf falls . . . amid blazing autumn glory unseen by dodgers of life's indoor spills and chasers of fanciful mysteries |