sign said  EVERYTHING MUST GO!

    but something

                      some thing remains  prevails   finest coverlet of dust  heartache   memory

the sign said!  EVERYTHING MUST GO!

its a sign

             not a sign

for everyone

    perhaps intended

best of intentions . . .

                            can go awry

he walked out onto the circular drive runninground the enormous black walnut admired it the statuesque quarried rock and slabs raked pebbles his modest interpretation of a Midwest Karesansui  Zen garden

he understood his fortune

turning around he looked at the wide drive open garage three massive eightfoot wood fixed bench picnic tables folding tables stacked stout plastic crates

                                                      DID  EVERYTHING HAVE TO GO?

or was he coerced

      

                      because his kids didnt want to do it after he was dead

still an houranahaf before the sale was to begin

 

    FUCK THEM

at least things were organised now

                                        THE SIGN WENT

0705,  Sunday,  7  9. 25

1155,  Sunday