Lord Luvvadukk (Part 1)

Lord Luvvadukk stepped out into the stunning sunshine 

that is only stunning and hot and humid and cloudy 

like this in west Kansas, also known as Colby County, 

also known as the birthplace of various famous figures and native dignitaries.   

By the incidence angle, 

Lord Luvvadukk knew that it was around mid afternoon, 

after lunch enough to take an afternoon break 

to walk the perimeter 

and break in a new pair of boots 

and smoke the bad cigar 

been working on since the middle of last week.  

 Lord Luvvadukk was wearing loafers at the moment, 

having been sitting in the twilight of the living room 

reading expired New Yorkers 

that Aunt Luvvaduvv brought ten years ago 

on her way through from New York to San Francisco, 

as it is so common of New Yorkers to do, 

to pause long enough on route 

from New York to San Francisco 

to leave something behind.   

The New Yorker thinks about that, 

but cannot turn back, 

the mentality of every block a battle, 

every subway a potential terrorist target, 

every wasted step a wasted step.  But 

Lord Luvvadukk, 

as a simple prairie man, 

could not toss the magazines in the burn pile, 

could not imagine that Aunt Luvvaduvv would not return for them.  

 It took 9 years, 

or about one year ago, 

today, 

before Luvvadukk opened the pages and started reading.   

The talk of the town was the mismanagement of some nuclear reactor 

someplace or another 

and the consequence of fiscal meltdown 

or somesuch disaster.  

 Frankly, Lord Luvvadukk could not really care.   

The significance of it all was all so far removed 

from Kansas and the perimeter of the Luvvadukk estate.