another morning walk to my truck, hoping that it'll start at least one more time
not even eight o'clock and the dew is already burned off the grass
its a Wednesday
im certain of this because of the garbage I'm taking to the curb
an older couple walks down the street
not holding hands, but still gravitating towards each other
not touching, but still somehow connected
they slowly ramble down the street
methodically picking through the trash and by products of strangers
treasure seekers seeking out of necessity or perhaps just boredom
i don claim to know which
by the time i get my truck started, after a few attempts that is,
the aged treasure hunters are loading up their relatively new green dodge Dakota
as i drive by in my relatively old red dodge Dakota
i wave to these fellow adventurers
-Reilly
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