NOTHING TO SHOW
Outside the fence is just another
paragraph -where the local tavern
is have its annual Chicken Barbecue.
A few cars I see rolling in - far off,
but I get the gist of only a few miles
on the hard-top road. The girls might
seem charming, but they're vortexes
too. Those men who stop for a moment,
with their chisels and beers and tobacco,
they wander lamely across an open field.
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Every year, time tells, there's music in
the air, for one day. The next day, always,
driving by you can see a few cars left.
They went home with someone else? Or
forgot everything they ever knew about
the simple responsibility of parking? it
has two parts : the arrival, and the
departure too.
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