We looked
upward.
Monkey sat with a piece
of chalk in hand
the blackboard before him
littered
if there was a code
it was our understanding
deciphering the delineations
would have been
easier
Virgo scratched his head
lost in thought
picked at himself
nibbled his fingers
sucked on the chalk
we were slightly put off
Virgo grew irratic
irrational
to our minds
tossing erasers
bits of chalk
his hands in
the air
screeching
womping the black
board
after an hour
or so
we grew
bored
Virgo kept at it
grew calm
returned to the etchings
a new dawning
his mind cleared
perhaps
more hand panning
chalk swirling
thoughts translated
but not
for us.
we looked
upward and away.
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