Across the street from my house stands a relic of a black Ford pickup truck. Its license plate reads “Ol Dog.”
Today, after a rain that lasted all through the night and into the morning, the truck shone, raven and chrome. A banquet of leaves, dislodged by the storm, lay strewn over the hood and roof and on the ground, inches thick. Red and orange blazed against their dark stage, like a death aria.
Goodbye to the days of road racing and photosynthesis. Only sit and soak in the rain, collect rust, tremble at the wind, fall into the dark night.
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October 22, 2010 at 3:26 am
Sherry
And shine vibrantly with your blazing and black colors in honor of Halloween, and the SF Giants!