he found a moist perch in a footdeep Uformed concrete gutter along a road stamped in intervals facing it
M U backwardC
C O clever MUDCO so apropos for a concretework company
that
worked through his head
before
he could relate to the juxtaposition
fish
out of water
it was doing its damnedest
dorsal laid down fins held tight
to its sides holding its breath
he leapt over the gutter
scrambled up an iceplant like anenomes incline over shrubs onto a driveway garage open big galvanised bucket
crossed the drive a spigot gushed water tapped it off sprang down the incline it hadnt turned blue
maybe
only people turn blue when hypoxemic apoplectic fins were laxlimp picked it up with both
hands and pushed it through the water againanagainanagain if it had lungs hed
have made sure its airway was clear and blown until he was blue
a shiver
againanagainanagain
spasm
againanagainanagainanagainanagain
shake
againanagainanagainanagainan
a tailslap
Hey man, that’s my bucket, what are
you doing with it?
with such impeccablebrilliance hed
never throw a shadow
ignored him
againanagainan
whawere
the chances he was deaf
I said man . . that’s my bucket.
at least he narrowed it
stood on his drive
lanky shrubbery
seemed an impediment
wiggling
againanagain
I sai . .
. . Savin a fish
A perched perch to be precise fuckin incredible he didnt
wonder the cause
no sense nonsense wondering whawas
wasnt a suicide
he
let it go
it strayed around the bucket
a lake was threequartermiles off
taking the bucket in both hands
he stood
Ill bring it back
It’s my bucket.
whawere the chances he
was deaf
1305, Monday,
11 9. 23
1326, 2sday,
12 9. 23
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