Extremely Average #23: The English Plane
“The English Plane” -by Brian Meeks In a tiny shop north of London townAt a maple bench stood young man proud.Off cobble stone road sat a flower girlA comb in her hair from mother of pearl He’d returned from the war a scar on his faceHe’d flown a camel; they’d called him an Ace.At the museum she’d once spent a dayThe artist she saw was named Claude Monet On way to his shop, each day he passed byHe oft thought of how, he might catch her eyeShe noticed his walk and his hat pulle...
