every time he crossed the bridge he opted the west side
a creek ran beneath it
on the west side he could look
down on the old bridge footings which was razed to erect the new one seminal concrete obviously sand cement quarried rock poured in the 1920s
some times on the smashed footings
turtles sunned themselves
they were stunning perfectly still like sculptures
he admired them
when they were therewhen one was
there he was transfixedtransported Age of Reptiles the Jurassic
hominids hadnt occurred to Eveolution
as is Eveolution might be
reevaluating her decision thinking of wipin
the slate clean I can do better than
this; what the fuck was I thinking.
wily religious devotees prostrate inert unyielding the swallowedhooklineansinkers dispute
Her
which tickles hermakes her snicker
She liked
nothing better than shooting crapsplaying ridiculous odds She loses more than wins She hasnt a stake in the game though She truly adored her Cambrian Age loved its hiccups its surprises
the decimation of its remarkable phyla
every time he crossed the bridge it
seemed more shabby clothing paper bags refuse fastfood wrappers another grocery
cart was thrown into it the water was
still stagnant no rain this year fingers crossed for next
he apologised to the turtles for
the human filthfilthy humans
Im sorry mates Thats not a creek
its stew a rancid greasy slumgullion
every time
1 PMish, Sunday,
29 8. 21
1116, Monday,
30 8. 21
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