The Young Lady and the Young Man
Two little kids are playing house.
When the Young Lady, dressed neatly in a silk skirt, sets the table,
the Young Man sits there in his hemp clothes, clearing his throat happily.
They say the Young Man consulted with the King of Hell that very night.
One day, a mushroom cloud rose in the sky.
At first, the Young Man held a shovel in his hand.
Next, the Young Man held a brush.
Finally, the Young Man held money in his hand.
At a single word from a gentleman in a hat,
everyone answered, “Yes.”
He must have seen the Young Lady in the empty street.
The gaze of the nun striking the wooden bell was beautiful.
The shimmering jewel patterns on each prayer bead beneath those eyes
must have spoken of the years gone by.
There was always a bride and groom doll by the Young Man’s head.
The Young Man no longer had to be a gentleman.
The Young Man is not getting up today.
The sound of the nun’s wooden bell is exceptionally beautiful.
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