Monday, May 23, 2016

8190. THIRST

When you've got a shovel, all you really should
do is dig, and forget everything else. There's a
self-defining mode to the framework of life
which we should all recognize. Do what's
presented to you, and do it without qualms.
Outside 1521 McCauley Street, a twelve-year old
Buick sinks on its springs. That car's been there, 
it seems like, for twenty years already. I wonder
how it does that, and it still sinks on its springs.
The basin holds rainwater at the side of the house,
where the hose ends its squiggly way. No nozzle,
just an open end, like kids drink from in Summer.

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