A long CABLE swung from above. I had to dodge it, and almost tripped over an art nouveau vase that was precariously placed next to an arts and crafts cabinet. This antique shop was pretty wild. I had never been in before, but I was looking to sell or perhaps TRADE some items. I had unusual pieces in good SHAPE, including some art, nicely framed. True, at least one was of the “dogs playing cards” variety. But it was a less frequently reproduced one, painted by Coolidge (the dogs are testifying in court, done around 1909). And I had a copy of his opera about mosquitoes. Surely there was a buyer for such oddities? Now, if I could only find the proprietor. Where on earth was he?

Georg’ann

Sauntering down the street,
sun hitting the silky fabric.
Her dress the color of fresh
squeezed orange JUICE
pouring over her SHAPE
like a glass of refreshment.
I drank her in one long swig.

Heather