Sunday, October 27, 2019

12,235. PERCIVAL SAYS

PERCIVAL SAYS
The wind tore the door from
the side of the barn  -  now 
there's no entry or exit no 
more. Darn to all that; I
never much went in that
way anyhow. 
-
There's a light on in the loft,
a bare bulb is all it is. It's
been shining up there for 
three days. I can't find no
place and I can't find no
space. Neither one matters
so deeply, in the end.
-
Careening around the 
rum-stock, that rooster
took off like a bat, as soon
as it heard the gunshot!

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