rurally

[green fingers moon dot]


today i saw a man moving his lawn. then there was the man smoking outside on the sidewalk, the apartment complex behind him. earlier i plodded my way home but swiftly my legs pedaled and the little girls shouted from their stand. i couldn't hear them but the sign said "fresh lemonade!!" i waved and the curls at my back flew behind keeping watch like a guardian angel. all these little pieces pop into my head but then they are lost. things i think to mention but then to the ether they go. suburban rural residential existence where is the uniqueness when all the signs are the same? it's horrible, but it is glorious and i am basking in it rolling in it loving it. there i said it.