Crystalline Cool (21)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (21)"
   
   Duncan and his Dad lived somewhere between Apache and Medicine Park, Oklahoma.  They were happy.  Getting by.  Having that loving father and son synergy.  It was a sweet kiss on the cheek from the sublime angels and saints.
   Anyway, the old man had a surprise for his laboring son.  He had invited members of the Third Order of Franciscans to the house.  Wanted to see if his son would get involved.  Go on an idealistic crusade.  Dismiss Aimee, or keep her and produce.
   The Third Order didn't necessarily require traditional vows; however, things like a scapular could be worn, and as an Apache, Dad knew that Saint Francis and his holy resound were in touch with Mother Earth--a magnanimous thing.
   So, the old man lit up a cigar.  Rubbed his own shoulders through meditation and spirit.  Knew Duncan was and always will be just like Popeye the Sailor Man.  I am what I am.  Not into corporate greed and the glimmering gold that came along with it.  A nice humble life, in touch with the supernatural events of all eternity.  Gotta eat that spinach and get your iron.
   Duncan awoke.  Roadkill alongside him, wending their unique way into the old man's scenario of situating himself on the sofa with his green tea.  There, Duncan and the dog greeted the old man, him puffing away perpetually, always praying--without ceasing.
   After Duncan fed and watered Roadkill, he fixed himself some tea as well; next, took a seat next to the old man, his Dad saying:  "We have visitors coming today.  Yes, you are infused by the Holy Spirit, and though it says to never put God to the test, you will be given a quiz today."
   Duncan was like:  "Oh Dad--what did you do now?"
   The old man smiled; then, said:  "We should play it cool.  For now, it's time to watch some Barney Miller reruns."
   Duncan rubbed his head in a state of stress; regardless, he was happy to have the love of a father, and the loving licks of a holy hound.