Wisdom
by Morrisa Sherman
I looked out of the front window onto a strange, vast lawn. Hundreds
of people stood on lawn. They carried signs. Curious to find out
what they wanted, I opened the casing and leaned out to see. They
turned toward me and all began shouting one word in unison, the same
word that was printed on all the signs: "WISDOM! WISDOM! WISDOM!..."
on and on, into the night.
Harmonies melt far sands, Sir.
Copyright © 1994, Morrisa Stanfield Sherman.
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