Hey! Snap out of it, bro! We gotta start sometime!
Henry stared off behind Shakespeare's Head.
Night was painting out the horizon (with a side
stroke lead #2). Sorry – was thinkin about another time.
Garden we had behind the apartment once, on Doyle.
Well – we headed up that way! Gotta fin' that cat, right?
Bluejay quizzed him with an angled grin. Night's
the right time for starters – anytime. But first – gotta boil
this fishpool for a minnow or two. Henry (suddenly)
noticed the goldfish pond there, at the apex of
the shadow of Bluejay's paralegs – a coupla sticks
to starboard of where they sat. Bluejay pointedly
stirred the surface with one of them, counterclockwise;
concentric ripples followed outward. Clear as glass,
in the middle, down at the bottom, Henry saw the Janus-
face (tailside) of a copper coin, coated with greenish rust.
He could barely make out, he thought, the diagonal
jag – of a smile? Like a crocodile's teeth?
Or was it the debris of a galleon, sunk beneath
engulfing waves? No – perhaps – simply a rectangle?
Of pillars? Bluejay laughed. Man you squintin now!
Whatch you seein? Not waiting for reply, he reached
down underwater, his arm distorting. . . sea'ch
an you shall fine! – and Lincoln's brow
plowed up, gasping for air – hey, we can use one a'these!
We gonna be rich! Man, it takes a lotta these sailors
to buy juss one Penelope – an she ain't for sale! Ha!
He pocketed the copper with a backflip – off his knees.
The actual penny Bluejay found behind Shakespeare's Head
The Doyle Ave. tenement