Wednesday, April 21, 2010

driving to Temple

The man on the side of the road is bent over, yielding an old hedge trimmer, hacking at the patches of green grass in the dirt pile at one end of the parking lot. The sun is shining on the white, flowery branches of the trees along the highway; he is leaving behind only tufts of brown deadness, crushed into the limp, dry, earth.

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