Page Three

There is a page of wrinkled wax paper, used to wrap bagels in carefully taped to the page. On the old paper there is a sun rising/setting over a great expanse of water, drawn in almost-dried out green Exxpo marker and blue ink. The sun rays make it look like a turtle. On the back, hastily scribbled, it reads:
                     Why is that whenever I pick up a pen to sketch something
        i end up drawing that sun hanging on the horizon?
        It's on my mom's Bag, It was on my wall for a 
        couple years...and now it's here.
           What am I trying to tell myself?
                        


           [It's ripped here, but it looks like is says]  House of the Rising Sun
behind the attatchment lays a single grey feather.