he stopped whenever he crossed this footbridge
over a trickling creekvegetation overgrowing its watercourses to see if there
were any waterfowls turtles crawdads schooling fish
water was lower
muttered to himself The fries are fin-ished
trying to elevatealleviate his heart with some
humour
not fifteenminutes earlier walkingreading
along the shoulder of a crumbling street he put his finger a placekeeper in the
book stooped to pickup a smashed squirrel
incensed again
a neighbourhood street
twentyfive miles an hour
at twentyfive being present being
aware a driver ought to be able to avoidSTOP
for an animal
they werent doing twentyfive
the street paralleled the towns main
thoroughfare that was undergoing renovation
they were beating it down the road to save
time hell be damned
he ought to quit chiding himself and begin carrying a brick in the canvas bag
hanging from his shoulder see them avoidSTOP for a brick
angst
anger
life shouldnt be cheap
crossing to the other side of the bridge didnt see any wildlife there either
sighed
1430, reggaefriday,
11 9. 26
1247, Wednesday,
23 9. 26
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