Richard Chammings
Prose Poems

From Tether 3, page 38

COOL FOOLS

A group of friends out walking wondered who among them might be most heroic on a medieval quest. The best guess led to resentment, a pretense for admiration held between them. Whether an onus is more like a picket fence or a cabbage leaf in boiling water didn’t matter. They came to a bridge and crossed it (together?) with considerable aplomb.