don't know why -
while walking after lunch -
a memory -
when in toronto -
i came out of an exit - into an alley
i was alone and a few young guys - kids
sort of sat up on
a cement wall -
i couldn't tell what they waited for -
my face - perhaps told one - i was wary -
there was a stuffed dog toy too -
impaled on the top of a pole near us -
and one yelled out "salute your General!"
(in what sounded an eastern european - i thought russian accent.)
i looked at it and back and said
"but He's dead."
He paused... "Yeah.. he's dead."
we laughed and then - i went on...
his friends.. had to be filled in right away.. for translation.