Come on universe, give me something.
“How rude.”
I guess I wasn’t very polite, addressing the muse like that.
“Do you think so?”
Yeah, sorry. I guess I’m a little impatient.
“Listen, young man —”
Thanks! But I don’t feel so young anymore.
(The universe sighs.)
Sorry. You were saying?
“I said.”
I don’t get it.
“Clearly.”
Oh! You said, “Listen, young man,” so OK, I’m listening.
(The universe sighs more deeply.)
Ooooh! You told me to listen! Listen with a young man’s ears.
“So you DID hear me. Eventually.”
You have to admit it’s been a long winter. I think it was this sunny and warm the last time I sat in this park to write, that’s how long it’s been.
“No doubt.”
I should come here more often.
“No doubt.”
So: What else you got?
“Really?”
What? “Listen, young man” Is all you’re giving me today?
“Don’t sound so resentful. That’s a lot.”
I had no response for that. So I listened.
