King

      
       The lone boy banged

        His stick against the

      Wall percussively

      Summoning the tribe.

       Yet no one came -

      Climbed  upon

      The flat sunny green

      Garage roof -

      Sat cross-legged

      As a chieftain
     
      Gazing timelessly

      And dreamily

      Over his domain

      Ruler of the land .


       I watched him ,

       Knew him and  loved him -

       He was myself .