Saturday, April 9, 2011

who pays? (half sonnet for mischief)

up there on the mountain the hired hermit stands -
boxes of cheap beads and fake bear claws
at the ready, dusty from being recently buried in
a nice dry hidey-hole. here comes a tourist,
a local, a friend, an innocent with no guile.
who gets the goodies this time? will they pay
in cash or credit, goods or services, this or that?

at the least, look 'round for a dollop of pure amusement.