A none-stop parade of broken bodies in dignity carts scoot the white top of neo-rural Maryland. As the Slanted faces with a post digestive grimace, times 8, brighten my morning return from “The Thing”, I realize that retired-Baltimorians dressed in ancient suburbs just aren’t very pretty.
It looks much better from the water…
Most places look better from the water. You see them in the mornings, zooming across the road as carelessly as opossum. I see them at night, ambulances silent but with lights spinning grim circles.
…And we, cunning as foxes from Sherwood make our world beautiful again!