November 30, 2016, Prescott-
Little one wanted to play,
and hang on me.
200 other students needed me to be on task.
He got on the bus, and got a reassuring hug.
I tended to my task.
Another bus driver blared his horn,
so I would stop everyone else,
and let him go first.
He waited for three pedestrians
and two other cars.
No one fell apart.
Much was made of a person’s “right”
to read the works of a very foolish man.
I have too much to do, already,
so I’ll pass.
Besides, the literature in question
is poisonous, insidious.
I like tuna, on a salsa tortilla,
heartfelt female singers,
and crisp, clear weather.
Others prefer their Big Macs,
a river of catsup,
and the climate-controlled