I would like to say I figured it out –
conclusion. But I didn’t.
Mike said, “ thanks for the refractometer ”
“wouldn’t mind using it next time.”
Penny dropping –
payout on a poker machine …. coins tumbling everywhere.
The balance of the universe : reparation
night / day
frost / sunshine
winter / summer
gotcha / tip off.
He told me about the small pickup –
the only diesel vehicle in the fleet.
Written on the key
and the tank …. “but …”
Said I might find myself using it …. needing fuel. I did.
To the Good is a sequel to Fine Print– posted Feb 8, 2017
Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand.
Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.
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