Almost a Short Walk
If I were not so fat
I could squirm under the wire fence,
and resting for a moment
while leaning on the parked silver Mercedes
which is always there and never seems to move
I proceed.
Further down the utility road
(I think it is actually called that),
the fire station dozes
in-between periods of alarm.
Just yesterday
the bright red engines
screamed away
to put out a smoldering tabby cat,
poor thing- no one knows how or why.
Eventually my feet end up
on the curbed edge of the usual industrial
and barely ornamental pond with its
rudimentary fountain.
Today a white goose
wanders around a plastic swan
that bobs and wobbles just a bit
providing the illusion of
a real plastic swan.
The goose is very pretty.
Too pretty really.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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