Arms flailing through the thick air
Thick as molasses
Thick as thieves
Galileo Figaro is not fooled by the eagle in the pond
He is fooled by the soft twinkle of the tuba’s blow
As he runs past the fountain
He sees Eris holding his prize
He leaps over the pile of leaves
And stops short
There’s a feeling in the air
This is not what he thought it was
Helene, age 16