Sides of the Road
When summer began, it came in with a series of blows destroying the crops in their wake. Looking back it paints like a series of farm stands, succulent and fruitful from afar but upon closer examination, the wells of fruit have wilted and rotted under the sun's eye waiting for the next unsuspecting onlooker. Well, technically that was the end of spring and beginning of the upcoming season. A couple of months later I'm waking up front the jolts, gasping for air, and--as usual--looking at the changes, carnage, and circus of it all. The summer began with learning a cousin died . . . Another one this year. This one, one I was fairly close to for years and years died at 49 . . . On his bathroom floor, I hear. Lessons of the past I don't have it in me to go into, he and I parted angry ways half a decade ago. Addictions and misgivings left a lot of the be said. A lot to be desired. Damage was done, to everyone and especially me, and with h...