Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 08, 2025

Jacob is the standing broad jump champion of Ballard St.

He’s dead.

That’s the spirit, Jacob! Light on your feet.

Good morning, Ballard Dears!

I wonder what Fuzzface thinks about it. Does he even notice?

/// Ankle deep in the snow, feeling numb,

he sees no signs of where he’s trudged from.

And yet why, looking back,

can he see his dog’s track?

“Snow is white. Someday my prints will come.”

Where are his tracks in the snow?

I can honestly say l don’t know.

It took me a while,

Then l said with a smile,

The man inbetween is John Doe!

Could it be he’s being carried aloft by a supernatural being?

The snow pants funnel his farts down so they blow the snow back over his tracks.

Rod loves these twilight walks. Suddenly he gets an inspiration for a television show.

Death would explain that.

No need to make it so dire.

Nothing to make you perspire.

Perhaps he’s in love. The wings of a dove?

And yet, with no tracks… A Vampire!

Covering his tracks, it’s magic!