GREEN WALLACE

He sits--the old man sits
in a straight up wood chair
somewhere in the woods

He is comfortable in this
kind of chair--the kind of chair
they have in school

The old man is too old
to remember school--
He has Alzheimer's disease

He doesn't know where he is
in the woods--at the moment
it doesn't matter

There are a million leaves
on all sides of me,
is what he is thinking

A million? Or a billion?
Or a trillion?
Or a zillion...

The old man runs out of numbers
big enough to count all the leaves
Thousands?

Green Wallace, he knows his name
Wallace Green?
Green Wallace?

A tear rolls down beside the old man's nose.
The old man feels something fall
on his leg.