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CORNER WINDOW by Jeff Hartzer
#012, December 2007


Once upon a time there was a man who livedby a stream. He went out everyday and looked at the rippling waters passing by his humble abode. His visions trailed by with the various leaves and sticks drifting in the stream. His ears would begin to hum with the sound of the brook. For a moment each day that man would do nothing but ‘be there’ with that stream. It made him smile.

Once upon a time there was a woman on horseback who rode through the fields on a black and white mare. Together they would greet the day with hair and mane flying in the breeze. Every day they would follow a trail that was familiar. Every day they would be here now on that trail together with laughter in their eyes.

Once upon a time there was a fisherman who stood by the lakeshore and admired his lakeside tableau. Skipping stones before fuishing is not conducive to catching fish but every day this fisherman did just that. Skippity dippity , dit doop went his stones. It was a simple thing; neither a bad habit nor good. Everyday this fisherman would skip stones and listen to their melody singing, “ Skippity dippity , dit doop”. If he ever actually caught a fish, so much the better.

Once upon a time there was a teacher in a small classroom filled with desks and students. On this teacher’s desk sat a photograph of a far, far away galaxy with bright white stars shining on a deep blue background. Before and after each passing period, this teacher would glance at those white stars for just a moment. Breathing in; then out, the teacher would replenish a sweet, quiet inner space inside of himself. He would be here now with that far, far away galaxy and start to smile again.

Once upon a time there was a young girl who had many, many dolls. Every shelf in her room and every nook of her two closets was filled with dolls. There were new ones, old ones, pretty ones, fat ones, and baby dolls. She thought she was the luckiest girl in the whole wide world right up until lightning struck a tree outside her bedroom window and the tree fell onto her bed crushing the life out of the little girl. Where’d those dolls go?.

Once upon a time there was a mechanic who had a motorcycle and a pickup truck. He loved to go flying down the road in his truck. He loved flying down country roads astride his rumbling cycle even more. Zip, Zow, Zowie the mechanic went. Even in his dreams the mechanic drove as fast as he could. He thought he could be happy the rest of his life if only he had the means and the room to drive on fast and hard. Watching the speedometer hit 85 on tight curves, that mechanic felt a sense of peace, a blip of joy.

Once upon a time there was a lady who sold cosmetics at a glass counter in a shopping mall. All day long she stood behind flourescent light bulbs and glittery glass bottles of facial tonics for sale. Her life was filled with plastic goodness and pinkcarnations which she brought from home. She loved carnations. Such a simple little flower that lasts long hours in a cut glass vase. Carnations pink, white, and cut like paper. Carnations here and now on the counter top with shoppers shopping ‘til they drop. She thinks to herself, “In five years will any of this matter?”

Happy ‘end of the year harvest time’ to you and yours. Don’t forget to BE HERE NOW.

Jeff Hartzer © 2007





Jeff Hartzer, MEd. is a poet, writer, teacher, and the Executive Director of the AirDance ArtSpace. ( 1-505-842-9418). He is the creator of BunnytownUSA .

Jeff Hartzer is Creative Partner of Aquila Arts LLC with Debra Landau .

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Written by Jeff Hartzer the Corner Window appears monthly in Albuquerque's South Valley Ink.

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