by Tom Snarsky
Whenever Sid would drink, he would drink
Eleven beers. This created some logistical
Problems, including a bad stomach and no
Driver’s license, but one advantage was the
One beer left over from the twelve-pack:
Sid would save the flimsy paperboard from
One of the twelve-packs, slowly filling it with
Survivors, though their survival was only
Temporary. Then when it was filled up
All the way Sid would go out to the lake,
Drink eleven beers, and instead of saving
One like usual he would open the last beer
And pour it into the water, where the little
Bluegill would be visibly confused in the
Shallows. One time, driving home from the
Lake, Sid didn’t notice the blue heron in the
Right lane, standing, but since he’d swerved
So far over the midline anyway the bird,
Instead of being killed, flew safely away.
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Tom Snarsky lives in the mountains of northwestern Virginia with his wife & their cats.
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