Friday, 22 June 2012

all things return to a saturday off.

one day in a puddle.
a craftsman home.
a couple, slowly walking through a yard sale, picking up items,
setting them back.
two cars, perpetually rounding the block in search of parking.
a toddler running, juice in hand, eyes crazed, toward the street.
two days off, three.
a bean-counter, white beans, black beans, pinto.
half-a-sandwich long walk to the bar. you must stand outside, chewing, before you can enter.
there would be umbrellas in any other city.
a patio with metal chairs.
a pork chop.

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