This week's Just Thinking column is the fourth parable sonnet in the "Meetings on the Road" series: "Diverse Desires." For your reading pleasure, I reprint it, in its entirety, here.
Meetings on the Road, IV:
by Justin Katz
"Do you live on this block?" a woman asked,
her head skewed like a white-chocolate cherry
on cake. Her mansion, on whose lawn she basked,
was, to the buildings beyond, contrary.
When I named my distant community,
she tittered of its quaint reputation
and extolled her city's diversity,
with its diverse ahem recreation.
She'd stopped me, as I'd walked by, to request
that I reserve her a room (off Main Street),
in which to entertain a "cross-town guest."
She laughed when I questioned, "Why so discreet?"
And if her guest proved not shrewdly supine?
"Who'd believe his word or yours over mine?"