garden talk

“the great blaze of noon,” said
the horned frog.

“no, the great noon blaze,” said
the snail.

“no, nothing’s great,” said the
finch, “everything’s equal.”

“no, nothing’s equal,” said the
dog, “the balance is in the
divergence.”

“anyhow, it’s too hot,” said
the gopher.

“compared to what?” asked the
horned frog.

“there’s no ‘what’,” said the
snail, “is is ‘what’ and
‘what’ is what is.”

“what’s that?” asked the finch.

“that’s what,” said the dog.

“and that’s that,” said the
gopher
who then
crawled down into his
hole
and got away
from
all of them.

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