~ by Lawrence (Mack) Hall
There were three, two of them flitting about,
the third was sitting cross-legged on the floor
in a sweater and jeans, her shoes kicked off,
quite lost in a slender paperback of verse.
The gum-chewer in charge, flying a toy dragon,
an obedient girl following him,
approached and announced “We’re going.”
“I said we’re going. Hey, I said we’re going – NOW.”
In camouflaged defiance the reader arose
and shelved her book,
and smiled,
and whispered to me “Thank you.”
And I don’t know why.