Waiting....
Sometimes, walking for hours through the woods, I don't know what I'm looking for, maybe for something shy and beautiful to come frisking out of the undergrowth. Once a fawn did just that. My dog didn't know what dogs usually do. And the fawn didn't know. As for the doe... dreaming that everything was fine... The way I'd like to go on living in this world wouldn't hurt anything, I'd just go on walking uphill and downhill, looking around, and so what if half the time I don't know what for- so what if it doesn't' come to a hill of beans... In the films of Dachau and Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen the dead rise from the earth... while the rest of the world did nothing... My dog and the fawn did a little dance... Oh, you never saw such a garden... A many sits there... He is finishing lunch... A bottle of wine... He fills a glass... He lifts it to his mouth and drinks peacefully. It is the face of Mengele. Late th...