“A Tale (oops, watch the spelling!) Of Two Women”

Woman One tells me

(because her then-alive husband was

Army (oxymoron alert!) intelligence,

Belgium has no known border with a

fiction called Luxembourg.

 

Woman Two tells me

no, no never, not even ever

will a white periwinkle plant

throw pink or purple

flowers – they be separate species!

(like girrafes or gyraffes?)

She was not amused.

MA (English) ‘professor’

at the Orlando Junior College, adjunct

it later out-turns

who tooled ’round Snaffurd

on her pale blue Vespa and never

again looked left as I sat near my

white and purple posies from the same stems

reading somedamnbookorother.

 

Both, of course, were and I suspect still

are ‘corporate mad as March hares

(with due apologies to rabbits everywhere.)