there was little to nothing
he could say or do to convince her
if it were a short staircase hed shove
her down it from behindshed be able to throw her arms out and grapple at the
bannister and handrail slow her fall not be terribly hurt
but according to her
she stood atop a
precipice a darkling void which may or may not be deadly
if she didnt know he couldnt possibly
he wouldnt risk it
she meant
too much to him
he stood back
she had to find her way
he was bred in the school of hard
knocks
if he couldnt understand at least
he could commiserate
he had more practise
he was less compassionate
mercy had slender tenet with him
his worrying chased him outdoors
the sky was marbled slate grey
a wintry hue
birds cawed and gathered to their
evening roosts
the big hawk returned it was enormous and black amid the sparse upper
boughs of a digger pine or was it a redwood a
redwood
a lone hummingbird fed at the feeder
projecting out from the corner of the porch railing not three feet from his hands
he was on the outside looking in
a woodpecker tapped riveted
unseen at some tree limb
the neighbours weeping willows
were shabby they drooped unclothed unafraid
unbothered by their nakedness
Nature onto herself was never embarrassed
by the perception of others
stroking his closecropped grey beard
he wished he could summons Its verisimilitude let her be let
her endure her disquiet and discomfort let him turn a cold shoulder to the solution he imagined which if he had his druthers he would ruthlessly
employ
a hellbound train
a hellbound train
1624, Day-between-Two-Ts Pearl Harbor
75 years, 7 12. 16
Savoy Brown Looking In
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8KGQarFvuk
Hellbound Train https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyw-dfXRhks
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