I’m in the Park as the sun is coming up, alone except for a pigeon who won’t take no for an answer.
After stretching my calves the size of mangoes from all my years of running, take flight
I see someone in the distance, so up comes my mask.
Many at that hour don’t even bother to bring one, but not Susannah…she obeys the rules.
I swerve right like you should when someone is coming the other way, and though there’s a good 12 feet between us, this woman, with cleavage that shouldn’t be out that early, and a big radio, starts screaming…
“GET AWAY. YOU’RE TOO CLOSE…GET AWAY!!!”
Since I was miffed, to say the least, admonished by someone dressed like a porn star, it will explain my next move.
“HEY LAVERNE, YOU’RE THAT NERVOUS…YOU SHOULDN’T BE IN THE PARK…GO HOME!!!”
She looks shocked that I’d respond in this manner, dropping her boom box causing the batteries to roll down the road.
Who shall I be?
Joan of Bark, Pollyanna, a handy man poppin back in those batteries?
Then decide, hell…enough is enough, Miss Late Night.
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