In the walk is dead-end wall , a four-letter car and  other denominations along with a wife and a husband carrying separate dogs by leash.The wall overlooks nature ,always coming back to a bigger wall, a synthetic possibility in sleep.The dogs hang by the end of the metal leashes.

The four-letter car has a driver stuck to phone that would make a four- deal journey on road,an intimation of mortality, while dropping words in electric-magnetic space for other organisms to pick up at random for liberal interpretation,four-letter words crisp in organismic meaning.

The car comes at my back, whisper and silent.This is their four-letter car, with extra a inside,outdoorsy thing ,where everything yours is ours,sufficiently long for large families on picnics.


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