The Author and
giant turtle of the Galapagos, 2005
After eating and talking all afternoon with
family and friends ((kind of
celebrating Martha and Armando’s wedding, after dating eighteen years) (I had
asked if they were rushing it—a little? … the joke didn’t go over well)). I have grown long and tired, like the old
turtles of the Galapagos—who has lived a hundred years, and who has done
nothing, nothing at all! Hence, with sandal-footed-feet, I excuse myself, and
make it to my bed, fall deep into wondrous dreams, a thousand years old…!
#3837 (4-14-2013)/ For Mary-Sofa
Note: The author was in the Galapagos in 2005.
