Flora & Ulysses

This poem was just the beginning, of course.

There would be more.

He needed to write about how they always, always answered the door in Blundermeecen. He needed to write about the saving of Phyllis Buckman from Mr. Klaus. He needed to write about Mary Ann’s broken, still-shining self. And little fishes.

He needed to write a poem about little fishes.

Also, he wanted to write about things that hadn’t happened yet. For instance, he wanted to write a poem where William Spiver’s mother called and asked for him to come home. And a poem where the other Dr. Meescham came and visited this Dr. Meescham and sat beside her and hummed to her and watched her sleep. And maybe there would be a poem about a horsehair sofa. And one about a vacuum cleaner.

He would write and write. He would make wonderful things happen. Some of it would be true. All of it would be true.

Most of it would be true.

Ulysses looked out the window and saw the sun glowing on the horizon. Soon it would be time to eat.

A wonderful thought occurred to the squirrel.

Maybe there would be donuts, giant donuts, for breakfast.