Part Four

The cacophony of gestures
Flew about like secret symbols
Or martial arts chopping phrases
Into bits of conundrum

We came away dim witted
What happened was like anything
How can I explain

You know when the ocean waves crash the shore
Then the high back chair makes you feel regal
When the sidewalk is splintered into segments
And you walk the flat spaces of the puzzle

Well welcome to the witness program
Herе's my dilemma
You see, I need that you bring me something
A littlе box of surprises
Don't be so mundane as to think...

They all looked so interested to hear him
What was wrong with them
He said nothing... nothing!

All bracketed in the allure of personality
She sat by him as proof
The perfect proof of acceptance

She could have been anywhere
She had all the lovely characteristics
He just had to shake his head
And look sideways off in the distance