urban artifacts
Last week I was walking down a river near my house and there was a sheet of red laminated construction paper stuck in some decaying concrete with a funny little fragment of a child's story glued to it. Unintentional poetry, in a way. Thought I'd share it:
So then Raffi went to talk with the hawks and ask them to leave and never come back. The hawks said, "We will leave, if you help us get better?"
Raffi said, "Fine"
The hawks left and never came back.
The snake king thanked Raffi for his help and told how to get home; the snake king said it was the same way you came here, just hit your head hard on the ground ok.
So then Raffi went to talk with the hawks and ask them to leave and never come back. The hawks said, "We will leave, if you help us get better?"
Raffi said, "Fine"
The hawks left and never came back.
The snake king thanked Raffi for his help and told how to get home; the snake king said it was the same way you came here, just hit your head hard on the ground ok.