LatinosUSA

The yard, where last year’s weeds stick up in the snow by the shrub, has a puddle that never dries. We wouldn’t mind –except for the mud around the edges. We’re afraid it’ll still be there when the heads of state come to stand in line. It’s supposed to be about who can lead us to the next phase in our personal development. Instead, we decide to make it about who should occupy the dry spot. It’s embarrassing –a pointless undertaking. But that’s the world we live in: All the waiting and gesticulating in the rain. For a dry spot the size of a postage stamp. Becky wants the minister from Morocco with his flawless French. But I can’t decide: I like the woman with the fancy boot-taking-off ritual –even though it’s all performance. Fun to watch but what about the one I played doctor with in the lilacs.