Dear Writers,
I was sorting through some papers, and found "I Was." It's a little poem, and I am putting it here, for you, if you want it.
I was.
I was going
To tell you
About how it is here, where I live.
About the beauty of it all.
The branches, the breeze,
Even the chrome and the people;
But a man was walking
Across the road and
His shirt said, his chest read, in big, block letters:
BECAUSE I SAID SO.
