BP #3: garden destroyed?!?

non-existent

(or future home of)

garden disaster

averted. No big

deal, really -

to me - maybe

$5 in molded

concrete cracked

in single pieces.



only half the story

so far -

the landscape

person was

yelled at

by his

boss, tho,

& i felt

bad at that.



Now to wait

to hear

the other half

of the event

that happened

while i sweated

as i wandered thru

the convention center

the next block south on

highStreet, in Middletown -

a lot more concrete and a

large sign of Garfield

pointing across

the street.



I wonder, now,

sitting away,

somehow removed

from the moment

captured in thought,

not with film -

ponder the fact I

went to Garfield Elementary

in Cleveland and eventually

moved to the heartland, the

heart of where the lasagna

loving cat

originated.



novels are so

LONG

and complicated!







begin.

again.