now & with the daylight savings tiMe ::: my evening commute back
to my apartment swims like in a sea of dark & stars & tunnellike
travellings ::: >>>
soMething strange happened of course :::::::::::::::: as many tiMes the
strange thiNgs seeM to happeN on me :::: oN the drive back tonight :::::::::
i — listening to The
Geraldine Fibbers on the cd player [ my favourite song — the
rather rambunctious Jolene indeed yeS i say ] — i am driving along
the highways & byways of the northeast wilderland commutertravails
— pitchblack — cold freezing cold outside — i drive
along the busy 128 — a glimmering emberway of brakelights flickering
into the abyss ::::::::::::: >>>
eventually :::::::::::::::::::::::: i coMe across my turn-off street
— put on the directional & turn-off [ no big surprises here
i know — the saMe as every goddamday indeed ] ::: >>>
:::::::::::::::: ok :::::::::::::::: so now i roll along the windy way
back to my apartment down the suburban streets & as i turn around
what is usually a very quaint peaceful corner — a pickup truck swerves
about & coMes to a sudden hault :::::::::: driver door opens —
the steaM of breathing in the cold — driver door closes —
the truck backs up — turns — & screeches away into the
night :::::::::::::::: >>>
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: i decide to investigate a
bit further ::: >>>
i pulL up to the sceNe of the pickuptruck stoppage ::: my headlights
see before me the curled up body of a large dog ::: i park the car &
get out w/ the engine stilL running ::: >>>
poor little guy ::: just huffing & puffing ::: steaM rising ::: the
eyes dewy ::: blood on the front 2 legs glistening ::: tongue hanging
to the street ::::::::::::::: >>>
i do not know what to do really ::: i look oN hiM like he is soMe sort
of dying space alieN or something ::: >>>
i calL on my cell to the police & theN go over & sit w/ hiM &
pet his fur oN the leftside ::: i would give hiM water or something if
i had soMe in the automobile ::: i wait for approximately 27 minutes :::
the cops coMe — i give theM my informatioN & ask theM to calL
me a bit later to follow up & let me know what has happened to my
k9 friend — & theN i get back into my car & continue hoMe
::: >>>
3 hours later & it is as if the whole event were a dreaM ::: >>>
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