The Particular Thursday

Woke at four by the voice
in the dream: Assassin!
that drove all the senses to the edge.
Why? I'm only unknown poet.
It must be a moron's game. Shrug, shrug.
Yet the word stuck in the back of my neck, 
like an insect bite. Cancel the plan;
don't  go to the County Fair;
where a maniac could be hidden.

On second thought, go, enjoy the day.
At the fair ground, got a long walk, bought 
the corns on the cobs and water bottles,
sat with him at the table under the shade,
and ate the hot and sweet corn; smiled at
the old lady nearby. she smiled back.

Visit the Garden Exhibition, took some photos
of winners' work.

Next, visit the animal show. little ducks pant
in the heat, while a fat alpaca gobbles up
the dry grass.

The last stop at The Forest and Its Habitants;
learned the burrowing owls live in the burrow 
of the prairie dogs'; winner take it all. 

On the way driving home, thanked God
for the safe day. 

   ©Byung A. Fallgren