where there’s a wheel

Cart one wobbles by. Empty, the operator imagining a load he’s yet to find. Cart two follows. Centimeter-thick metal wire interlaced on top. Scraps or treasures, depending on your preference, destined to find repurpose. Three men accompany these wheels. Trousers, and untucked sweaty tee-shirts, they are working today. I wonder about their destination, where the …

dive bombers

ksssssssssht ksssssssht ksssssssht kssssssssht ksssssssssht ksssssssht ksssssssht kssssssssht The sprinklers are melodic and consistent, beating a rhythm and keeping time as the afternoon sun passes overhead. We’re at the field, launching bottle rockets. And we have company. 4.41 seconds I shout to Rhino after the launch and subsequent grounding of his San Pellegrino bottle, decked …