Awshit scuse me I ah didnt meandidnt
expect to ah interrupt ya
the tree gruntedfroze in midcurl
Yawanna finish out I can wait aint going anywheres special
No ticktock no time constraints
it jerked its crown right indicating him to proceed some
dried leaves shook free a squirrels nest shifted
I am sorry Excuse me
the tree grunted again
after he passed behind it and was out of the way he glanced back
the tree went back to curling a rectangular slab of concrete
with its roots that it had broke free years ago
often passing hed smell tree sweat
hed stop and look at the tree
it played dumb
first time he caught it in action
though over the twelve or
something years hed been passing this waydescending the broken sidewalk and
steps he suspected as much
a nice treat
1500-ish, Thursday, 31 12. 20
1349,
Saturday, 16 1. 21
awwell some miserable entity was trying to bugger the
tree
the
bustedup slab of concrete it curled was demolished removed and fresh concrete
was poured likely some clown tripped on
it fell and enraged approached the bank above off the parking lot the nearest business to the old broken steps and
threatened a lawsuit
bitch bitch bitch
he didnt feel a clumsy lummox was entitled to sue
Pickup your feet when ya
walk idiot
he was assuming
rather than striding up
the fresh steps and landing he took the dirt path to its side avoiding the green
concrete and stepped on it only to cross
to the tree
Awshit big guy he stroked
the rough bark of its trunk Im awfully sorry A facelift destroys character
Im awfully sorry
No worries it
grunted I’ll knock the hell out of it
again, gimme a few years. We'll call it isometric training in the meantime, eh?
he was flabbergasted the
tree talked to him he
gulped
Yah yah its been some time since Ive heard
isometric exercises said out loud
Yeah, well, I’ve been around
a long time; the stories I could tell ya that I’ve witnessed, overheard, by the
screwballs coming down the hill from the sex shop next drive over. Curl your
hair. Humour you to no end.
he musedsmiled Well Louie I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship
Casablanca
I don’t know what you’re
talking about.
Nah ya wouldnt not unless you grewup in a yard outside a house
outside the livingroom
Yard, livingroom?
No rush We got time
I gotta go now
but thanks for speaking up
Whenever you pass you always say Hey, how’s
it going?
I do
Louie?
A name Ill call you Louie an you can call me Rick
Until next time
the tree had gone mute
he smelled tree sweatmaybe
heard a grunt
Louie was already
after the slab
thirteenhunred-ish,
Twosday, 6 7. 21
1204, Reggae Friday, 9 7.
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