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At the Car Wash

I pass through a nondescript car wash

on my way into work each morning.

Although it functions, it's rather dilapidated

and faded. There's no accounting for

some of the things I've seen in the half dozen bays - 

one time I saw a full-sized set of

mattress and box springs. One morning,

an engine block from a small car lay

on the floor of another.

Most mornings, I find myself

fascinated by the way sunlight illuminates

the yellow walls. A few days ago,

the floor caught my eye; the seams in

the concrete angled away from 

the wood-covered pit and tiny gouges,

made by the water from the pressurized hose, 

seemed to dance in space.

Stapled, Stabbed, Skewered, and Tagged

Where would we, the collective citizens of 

Earth's neighborhoods, be if all 

the utilities ever do go underground?

No longer would we be able to post news

of neighborhood yard sales, "wanted" posters

for lost pets and/or humans, directions to 

baby showers and weddings (often in that order),

cars for sale, and parties of all sorts --

Yahoo! Ain't it nifty! The big day's come!

Big John is FIFTY!

These poles have served us well; not only

have they carried news via their 'phone

and electric lines, they've served as

neighborhood news kiosks, posted with vital

messages made up from paper and pens

from a bygone era - the 20th Century. 

April Theme Day: The Beauty of Simplicity

T'ain't much, but I enjoy the way the vines 

are meandering across the silvery boards,

creating a line drawing contrasting 

their wandering ways nicely 

against the vertical fence.