Tuesday, July 13, 2004
found
a few blocks from my house, there is an old downtown street that has a row of little shops and restaurants. there is a blues club, oz pizza, matilda bean burritos, and a little courtyard fenced in by a black iron gate and strung with christmas lights. a small antique store sits on the corner.
i stopped in today and looked around. the owner asked if i was looking for something special. i told him that i was always looking for old keys. he smiled, and pulled a worn wooden box out from behind the counter. he handed it to me.
"sit down" he said. "take your time and pick the ones you want".
the keys are heavy. they smell like rain on asphalt.
i hold them in my hands.
found.
i stopped in today and looked around. the owner asked if i was looking for something special. i told him that i was always looking for old keys. he smiled, and pulled a worn wooden box out from behind the counter. he handed it to me.
"sit down" he said. "take your time and pick the ones you want".
the keys are heavy. they smell like rain on asphalt.
i hold them in my hands.
found.
