Misbeliever I told her It’s impossible to Misinterpret me She won’t believe ‘What if,’ says she, ‘I think the opposite?’ ‘How can you not?’ say I ‘But that’s not what you want me to conclude!’ ‘I don’t’ ‘You see!’ ‘I mean,’ I countered, ‘you’ve a right to dream your dreams, whatever they may be’ ‘So what’s the point if I can have my take no matter what you write and can’t be wrong?’ I paused a moment to reflect ‘I guess that neither you nor I are capable of a mistake,’ Then added, ‘lest it be neglect’ ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, Wandering Bark, 2013 |