Lost Lamb

He moved as in an eddy— a perpetual compulsion to go contrary to the direction his body took . . . saying, "yes" for "no", "no" for "yes."

Winning medals for accuracy in the exercise kept him a one-armed driver.

Always when he and the stars got together . . . and the katydids drilled into his secret, (let the laughter off so the tears rolled out) he climbed up over the edge of orthodoxy——and sat with God.

But then, he was conspicuous for opposing the eddy . . . and he was herded among those who "do not understand" or maybe it was who do not dare . . .