Saturday, August 16, 2014


Morning street conversation:
Two Navajo men cleaning up shrubbery outside school. I stop, say hello.
"Look at that," the older man said, pointing by his feet.
I look, see nothing.
"Right there," he said.
A delicate spider like I had never seen before.
We stand there looking.
We stop looking. 
A few moments of silence.
"Those elms," he said, pointing to one. "They come up all over the place."
"They're kind of like rabbits," I said.
He and the younger man burst into laughter.
We laugh together.
I say "Take care" and go on my way, a happier man.

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