Odd Day: a minute
(subtitled, "Today one of No. 3's piano students decided to ask me a question.")
The neighbor's corn waves in the wind --
Its rustle sings
A subtle song
As I make soup.
A small boy breaks my reverie --
He looks around
And asks if I'm
Making brownies.
Taken aback, I shake my head.
Where'd he come from?
And can't he smell
It's taco soup?
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