Clumsey Tumult

Clumsy Tumult

Ron Koppelberger

Bright aspirations of inviting advise concerned the thoughts of Saint Call. He was a madman to the rest of the world nevertheless tender graces belonged to him in the shape of love and clumsy tumult. Saint was quite and the melting spring snows doted his shoes as he stood near the center of Manger Town Square. She passed him with an undecernable nod and a flash of impossible drama. He yelled to the sky, “Resist the temptation to shun the lost and the lonely few dear Scarlet as you mind your will to the fashion of garden circles!” She paused for a moment in her walk and stared at Saint. He was dressed all in black and his hair was standing on end. She laughed and said,
“Are you insane sir?” He paused for a moment and smiled at her,
“Sweet innocent what do you say in the wont of your desire, what gift have you for me on this spring day. She considered this for a moment and reached into her purse for some change.
Saint, evaded the dappled sun with the better of his arm as he shielded his eyes and whispered, “Wayward thoughtless, she has transformed me with her passion for the day.” he accepted the handful of change and she said,
“You are not a virgin calling to the spring bloom yet you are experience and secret desire………..I have your heart by the delicate will of gossip and fray, I shall make you my own someday dear man.” Saint arrayed himself differently from that point till the end of his life, his clumsy passion and the will to desire what can not be making the truth the truth and his fate better.