by Tim Gilmore, 6/17/2012
He walked down the berm and looked out at the river, and an old man came toward him and pointed out all the dead fish floating on the water, and as they stood there side by side, two dolphins rose up and submerged themselves and rose up and submerged themselves again, with the two men watching the dorsal fins on the graceful arcs. He told the old man to have a good evening and he walked around the tall houses on the corner, wishing like a damn fool that some mysterious stranger would walk up to him and say I can see in your face that you’re sad. But then maybe that’s what that old man had said.
