Thursday, April 12, 2018


April 10, 2018

The house across the street is being re-roofed, and the roofers play a radio station loud enough to be heard over the hammering, which means that I can hear it too, and a perpetual pleading, narrow, salesman voice pervades the spring air. Disturbing, especially because you can hear the tone but not always the content. The tree peonies impend upon their thick stalks.

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