But, as a premier member of the Lazyites Club,
I can’t be bothered to look up how muskrats deal with high water marks.
When the creek is so high it nearly touches the footbridge.
They huddle like Florida families during a hurricane, right?
Rain coming down all the time now.
Thunder hovering over it.
Creek swelling up.
I’m worried about the muskrats.
At long last I caught up to Wray Joogles in the coffee shop.
I asked him why he walked his dog so early in the morning,
you know, at 1am, 2am, 3am.
He said he wasn’t walking his dog.
I’m sure I looked puzzled.
Then he explained.
“I sleep walk. The dog is a seeing eye dog.”
Wray was walking sorta.
At least he was putting one foot in front of the other.
His dog was barking.
And his dog had woken me up.
And his dog was pulling Wray along
On the sidewalk
They were all alone.
And it was very dark.
I take one heirloom tomato.
I put the tomato on a cutting board.
I core out the top.
I slice the tomato on the cutting board.
The tomato rocks into two pieces and
Tomato juice covers the board.
I quickly slice the tomato halves into pieces.
This is the best part now.
I put salt on the cutting board.
Then rub the tomato on the salt.
Eating the tomato and rinsing the board
Means the whole thing is over with.
I found Wray Joogles wandering around my neighborhood,
Holding a leash to a black lab.
I had to wonder, since it was after midnight.
He was not walking normally, but he was also not walking in a drunken fashion.
I find myself thinking about this incident often.
His silhouette in front of the street light.
I hope I don’t lose sleep over it.
Everywhere you go in Linkyshire
You see people carrying bags of salad.
Held by a little handle
We all look ridiculous
But there’s a joy in it.
We don’t have to chop vegetables