I
feel like an explorer, emerging from my shell to raise cautious antenna. People
are scary, so many of them. I ooze around the corner, halting, hesitant, then
slide across these crowded sidewalks, wishing my soft body would sprout wings
and fly like the beautiful women I see flitting from the Korean’s shop to the
Chinese food place. Cut flowers on the sidewalk. Where I come from they grow
wild in the fields.
