a brief interlude of hope, and arson
June 7, 2009| 1:15 p.m. The construction site next door. In a spirit of optimism, snuck in and cleared the trash and the weeds along their side of the fence we share. Turned up the soil and set in these two little cucumber vines to grow.
4:30 a.m. Woke up puzzle-headed. How can one blare of a car horn last ten minutes and more? Answer: The car is on fire. Directly beneath my bedroom window. Watched the flames towering bright and strangely quiet, until the fireman reached the alley, blasting with hoses, powering gallons of water and charred debris in a southerly direction. Onto my newborn cucumber plants. |
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Today they are looking wilted, beaten. We will see.
