And yet, and yet there were ripe (very ripe) peaches on the counter within fingers' reach. And, yes, there was a soft hum of jazz and the occasional hummingbird sipping at the pomegranate yarrow. All this contained in the blue and in the black. Petite poems, too.
Surveillance 6
ReplyDeletesubject loosens his tie
walks slowly to the edge of the river
river has debris in it
old plastic car
holiday tree holder stuck inside a torn raft
half a cabinet bobbing along
beer logos people put up in their home bars
a punching bag, pretty soggy
subject tries to catch something floating by
car pulls up
(this appears to conclude this case, with unknown results)