All Parzival wanted
from the Fisher-King
was lodging for the night
he was on the shore and
the somber king was out
on the water in his boat
richly attired but fishing
apparently in the twilight
at the end of the cliff
turn right and go up the hill
from then on those words
became his motto
but how could he
have healed the king
a boy who up till then
had only taken
what he wanted
no idea how to give

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.