climbing trees

it was a beautiful day. the earth was freshly washed from last night’s rain and the sun was shining brightly against a brilliant, cloudless, light blue sky.

the room was cold. twenty other people were there, all staring at the speaker holding a freshly uncapped marker. we were all in the culturally prescribed business power suits. ties. covered shoes. coats.

i put my pen on a fat three ring binder and sit on my hands.

all i am asking is for you to pay attention and co-operate, he tells me, i am not asking you to climb trees, you know.

and i thought, friend, i would rather climb trees.

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