knives, forks and freedom the squirrel
It's now autumn, and the leaves are all the colours of the stoplight.
If you look closely, you can see children trying to catch them as they fall.
You can also see freedom scurrying through the trees.
It, and some others, have been antsy lately.
My cafeteria no longer offers silverware.
There is none.
Students ask each other:
'where has the cutlery gone to?'
This morning I heard someone ask:
'where are the knives and forks?'
'they are everywhere. . .
the ground you're walking on, the air you breathe. . .
They are in that neon sign over there.'