Vessel With Closing Vents
By Ken Shiovitz When I was young, the winds blew right through me. But I hardly noticed them, since most of my vents were
open. They were more like continuous breezes. They did not buffet or press. They
were part of the background. Occasionally I grabbed a banana as it flew past, and ate. I grew. My friends also grew. In fact most grew almost too quickly. Some grew taller, some
grew smarter, and some
grew tougher. I was eating a banana that had recently flown by, when I noticed a friend
holding two bananas. “Hey, how’d you get so lucky to grab two bananas," I
shouted. He answered, "Closed a vent last night
and one flew in and hit it on the way out." "Oh,” I mumbled, not quite knowing what to do
with such a
radical concept. Most of my friends were up to their knees in bananas |
