sound of a cicada
Shape of the Spitfire’s wings
yellow firefly light
taste of daycare peanut butter
industrial grape jelly
sanding dust from balsa wood
beige and fine
light as air
pins in cardboard
a path through the nettled woods
ending at a rope swing
over a dry creek bed
—-Armando Vitalis, From Hell’s Heart I Stab At Thee – Shape of the Spitfire’s Wings
The two kids, Sandy and Simon had a charity auction for the new Quest program at their school.
“We’re supposed to bring stuff from home in to auction off,” said Sandy.
“It’ll be really cool,” said Simon.
A week before the auction, their mother helped them pick out possessions they didn’t play with anymore, digging around in their closets for old toys. There were plenty to choose from. They each filled a small cardboard box and off to school they went, proud and excited.
The day of the auction their mother gave each one a ten-dollar bill to spend at the auction. Sandy immediately lost hers (it turned up a few days later in a never-used pocket in her backpack) so Simon gave five to his sister. He was not happy.
They were able to buy some stuff and were anxious to show off their purchases to their parents.
“I bought this Darkwing Duck movie!” said Sandy, “I remember seeing it years ago and liking it!”
“Sandy, that’s your movie, you donated it last week,” her mother said.
“I bought all these Batman Action figures!” boasted Simon.
“Simon, those are all yours, you donated those too!”
“I know, but I remembered how much I liked them and figured they were in there by mistake.”
The two kids had bought the same stuff they had donated to the auction.
Their parents explained they didn’t really understand how a charity auction worked. They suspected that a lot of the kids had bought their own donations.
But later, thinking about it, they decided that the kids understood more than it appeared, maybe they understood more than their parents or their teachers.