I’m a slow reader.
But I write quickly.
I therefore have,
inevitably,
no idea of what I’m writing about.
Not before
some time has passed
and I can discover
my own doing.
If I would be permitted to
participate in the Paralympics,
shooting clay doves blindfolded,
I would consequently let the doves fall first to the ground,
listen to them crush and role on the grass,
then shoot someone’s foot,
and without a doubt
come last.
I would live in Jumbo land
where they give you a medal
for such an accomplishment.
And that’s fine.
©Uzi Geffenblad 31/8-2024