Wednesday, April 20, 2016

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.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

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. 

Friday, April 1, 2016

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.