The Evangelical and the Skeptic

 

Soft air, fresh gusts from the south

Twist and turn the leaves silver. 

Walter says, "rain." I say, "maybe."

 

It rains, he feels vindicated.

It does not rain, he says,

"The  exception proves the rule."

 

I say, "maybe."





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Written on 2015-06-12 at 16:21

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very amusing. Everyone knows both of these kinds of people.
2015-06-14


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Ahh egos. They produce good humour in people.
2015-06-14


John Ashleigh
I love the character to this, and I love the witty tone. You are a wordsmith. Thanks for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2015-06-13


countryfog
Still smiling . . . a nicely wry sense of humor, it feels "country."
Walter would have been almost always right here this spring.
2015-06-12