Little old man in his little old pickup truck.
St. Bernard besides him in the seat.
Going on his way, almost noon, to the post office.
Stoppin' by the market to pick him out some fruit.
Hustle and bustle in the town.
Picks out a crate of oranges.
Two cents a pound,
takes the oranges home.
One rolls out the back of the pickup truck and tumbles
on its melancholy way
down the dusty market road.
Little old man turns the truck around,
didn't make it very far,
had to stop to get the orange.
Puts it back into the crate,
heads back down the road,
to the post office late,
going to go to check the mail.
He finishes his business,
didn't have any letters.
So excited to enjoy the oranges he had bought!
He returns to his truck
heads in the general direction
of his home down the road.
They came to a fence-
an unnecessary fence.
Only three feet wide in the center of a field
easily scalable,
easily passed by,
and flimsy enough to level
with very little effort.
He didn't harm the tiny fence, without a doubt.
Ain't that a nice thing to think about?
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston