Walking from the store I select the farther bus
stop, the one with the shelter, thinking that in
hot sunshine that might be wise with the perishables
I have in my bags, but the small shelter lies on its back
on the ground. It might have fallen on its own,
somehow, somewhere else, but I have little doubt
that, it happening here, it was someone just taking
out their frustrations or thinking, as much one
can in an alcoholic haze, it to be the 'smart'
thing to do. So I stand there, in the sun.
25.06.2024
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