Monday, November 22, 2021

13,957. I WENT TO JAKE THE BUTCHER?

I WENT TO JAKE 
THE BUTCHER?
The phone rang and it wasn't you,
but the sound resembled my memory
too. Nodding, I asked the reason for
the call. A man named Lance was
washing his car and the girl name
Carlita hung wash.
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Stepping outside, I realized the
village  -  every pulsing of blood in
each character there, living their
lives of steady intent. The wind
blew the clothes as they dried.
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Small houses, almost like Dutch
huts, ran up the slow hillside. Dogs,
and a duck, seemed incongruous but
making the scene nonetheless.
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My plans called for nothing at all.

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