Someone had painted a mural on the wall, and put a lovely ornamental lock on the gate, and […]
I went to fetch it Tuesday.
Underground.
Past a gate.
I put it behind a wall.
So I hid it. For my retirement. When I could enjoy it.
It kept me from going out, from being on time, from living my old life.
I kept it on my bureau, but I couldn’t stop staring at it.
I had no idea what to do with it.
I found a breathtakingly beautiful thing.
