Re-assembling

At the corner house big citrus fruits hung in green ripe silence .A group of coconuts went into a huddle and exchanged morning notes with the unwashed house in the breeze .A man walked from the sun holding with one hand an oil can of spilling waters, his other hand in space balancing the weight.

Another man from the sun released bursts of smoke from his muffler, into the air,his eyes softly closed like the morning train in the countryside chugging quietly as its white smoke rose to the blue mountains.

Re-assembling meant making a big deal out of everyday events.And non-events.