Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Friday, April 22, 2022
Homegrown Image
I unearthed the old blue cork bottle from the upper paddock when I moved some dirt around. The marbles, too. The lilac came from the eponymous bush in the front yard. The old table came from Bart's Trading Post, courtesy of Mr. Tom Sexton. The bowl was created by my son, Paul. The apples came from Cosby, below Newport. The onions and potatos from Jefferson County, cultivated by Mrs. Whetstone. The water in the bottle came from Houston's well in Jefferson County.