ANOTHER MOMENT
IN THE SUN
Management stains the portals, and the ice-lemon
sunlight flavors all things. Far off, along the grasses,
a mist covers the trees right down to the lake. A
few tall-legged birds run off and fly, taking with a
grace to the sky, an easy life, the kind they were
born for, obviously. Two huge earth-moving
machines, stained in yellow and tar, sit unmoving.
They've been turned off now for weeks, as if no
one any longer remembers what to do.
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