7864. NOT SO STRANGE

NOT SO STRANGE

'Thanks for the mammaries? Is that what 

I heard?' Some guy was singing in the

12th Street park  -  he had a small 

keyboard set-up and was sitting by 

himself. Next to him, on this fairly

warm day at the end of a month at the

tail of a Winter, carrots and cabbage

were set out to buy. The old wooden

tables sagged, yet this guy kept singing.

Others passed by, and that snippet came

from the one in the blue jacket. I love the

misunderstood moment and the mixed up

words of all this passing time. 

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Once, in a time long ago, there were locals

here : native in olive skin, casting small

stones out into an oyster-clogged river.