La Rev

You worried about me, didn’t you?  You didn’t want the worry.  You didn’t like the thought of me coming off of you, the tremors I would have.  You tried to take your worry to the bank, but they wouldn’t cash it.  They are smart those moneychangers, you said in exasperation.

But you brought me back, didn’t you, Rev?  You strapped me to the hood of your car.  You made me aerodynamic.  Like an arrow, like a rocket. Like an airplane composed of skin and bone.  I flew, Rev.  And you were right there with me.



The end.

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