Thursday, April 17, 2008
Trespassing in Ohio
The surface of the loading dock
had been milled by a century
of pallet-laden forks. The ballast
emerged in a loose,
slippery flour. I could feel its
granular drift beneath my shoes.
Nails and washers compacted in
the sediment. An iron
cross-beam poised its hesitant
threat, rushing us
molecule by molecule.
// posted by George Manka @ 10:24 AM 
