…and the talk is constant, on rifles, rattlesnakes, hunting leases, bullets that fly over walls, drop on the other side and explode ….
…chin in hands, I sip the flat coffee, and eat a sweet roll ….
…wind pushes dust, traffic rushes ….
…and the rifles, rattlesnakes, hunting leases and the social bullets could be computer-programs, literary analysis, window installation ….
…those margins, from the impersonal at the coffee yard, to the personal with the daughters and their moody children ….
…a decent location, there, on the margins, edges, perifery ….
