i had a friend they called the "king maker". for the longest time, i didn't get it. i sat around and just couldn't understand it: who makes kings when they could be kings themselves if you're in the business of making kings?? what a great friend. funny, genuine, warm, giving, chivalrous, caring, loving, witty, funny and brilliant. who needs a better friend?
thinking on this the other day, and headed out on my way, from Point A to Point B, i came upon the head of a broken key. its shimmering gold caught my eye and i stooped to the pavement to wonder what doors it had opened when it had been whole. who held it, what was behind that door? mysteries, dreams, hopes, loved ones, reviled ones? later, arriving at Point B, crossing a hot street in Brooklyn, again, something gleamed from the ground. there, in the middle of a gummy, hot intersection at the corners of street and street, lay a jumble of broken keys, doors somewhere near or far never to be opened by them again.
keys are magical things. doors are pretty spectacular.
sometimes i'm hard of hearing. sometimes i can't hear. sometimes i don't hear. sometimes i don't want to hear, sometimes i put plugs in my ears, and sometimes i lie to myself about what i'm hearing. maybe all this time they were saying "key maker"? so then, what's better - someone to make someone else king, or someone who can open doors anywhere? i'll go with keys.
thinking on this the other day, and headed out on my way, from Point A to Point B, i came upon the head of a broken key. its shimmering gold caught my eye and i stooped to the pavement to wonder what doors it had opened when it had been whole. who held it, what was behind that door? mysteries, dreams, hopes, loved ones, reviled ones? later, arriving at Point B, crossing a hot street in Brooklyn, again, something gleamed from the ground. there, in the middle of a gummy, hot intersection at the corners of street and street, lay a jumble of broken keys, doors somewhere near or far never to be opened by them again.
keys are magical things. doors are pretty spectacular.
sometimes i'm hard of hearing. sometimes i can't hear. sometimes i don't hear. sometimes i don't want to hear, sometimes i put plugs in my ears, and sometimes i lie to myself about what i'm hearing. maybe all this time they were saying "key maker"? so then, what's better - someone to make someone else king, or someone who can open doors anywhere? i'll go with keys.
