Small-town lawyer

he seemed to know the courtroom

         so quietly and elegantly he

walked through the heavy oak doors

and glided into his place at the

bar

of justice

waiting expectantly for the

call to order

to begin his submission

his brief notes summed in one

page….

with respect, Your Honour

my honourable friend has apparently missed the

           filing date for his submission….

Thank you for your comment….

This case is removed from the

                   court docket…

withdrawing to the lawyers

                 change room, he

removed his gown and collar,

        replaced them with his

red plaid shirt and brigham pipe,

filled it with Wakefield tobacco, lit it,

   then pulled on his knee-high rubber boots

for his return to his rural roost

                      smiling every so slightly

at his small-town achievement.