I would like to read a dialogue, which
ends with a dramatic dialogue, which ends with an epiphany.
And it's called "Dialog Outside the Lakeside Grocery."
It's a poem I wrote in Alaska.
"The grocery had provided him with boxes of rotten lettuce.
He was loading them onto a yellow pick-up truck.
He was a frail, white man and wore a plaid woolen
shirt and frayed dungarees.
I was sitting in a gray Chevrolet rent-a-dent.
'I have eight adult geese and twenty-six ducks,' he said.
And I said, 'I'll bet you have a big management problem.'
And he said, 'they're no trouble at all.
My wife raised two of them in the house.
When she goes near their pen, the geese waddle toward her
and nibble the lettuce out of her hand.'
'I'd never think of killing them,' he said,
'they keep me out of the bars.'"