a crate, a loudspeaker and a park
On the first day of the week, in the early morning, the park keeper opened the gate to the park. Then entered a man carrying an empty crate in one hand and a loudspeaker in the other. The man chose a grassy spot in the middle of the park, and placed the crate bottom side up. He stood on the crate and put the loudspeaker to his lips. Then he spoke – loudly. While the park keeper cut the grass. Until end of day. The man left with his crate and loudspeaker. Then the park keeper left and closed the gate.
On the second day of the week, early morning, the park keeper opened the gate. And the man with the crate and loudspeaker entered after him. The man went to his chosen spot in the park, stood on his crate and spoke into his loudspeaker. While the park keeper trimmed the bushes. Until it was time to close the park. The man took his crate and loudspeaker and left. And the park keeper followed behind, closing the gate behind him.
On the third day of the week the park keeper opened the gate to the park. Following him, came the man with the crate and loudspeaker. The man spoke while the park keeper watered the soil beneath the flowers. Until it was time to close. The man packed and left. And the park keeper followed closing the gate behind him.
On the fourth day of the week the park keeper opened the gate to the park. Then entered the man with the crate and loudspeaker. The man stood and spoke while the gate keeper pulled the weeds. Then they left.
On the fifth day. The man stood and spoke. The park keeper wiped the swings. Until the end of day.
On the weekend, in the morning. The park keeper opened the gate to the park. He had brought his wife and two children with him – a boy and a girl. Then came the man. He had left his crate and loudspeaker at home and had brought his wife and three children – two girls and a boy. The children played on the shiny swings and chased each other on the cut grass. The women admired the blooming flowers and walked between the neat bushes. The men lazed on picnic mats. Until end of day. They all left. And the gates closed.
On the day after the weekend. The park keeper opened the gate. The man with the crate and loudspeaker followed.
One spoke, while one worked.
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I’m thinking of it. I might publish the pieces on this blog; maybe after a year’s worth of posts. What do you think?
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