Man on main street

Man in flared, hip-length,
blonde rabbit-fur coat
on Main Street.
In high-heeled boots.
Pulling a bright blue suitcase on wheels.
Now that you don't see every day.

I am weary of too much rain,
listening to Ryan Adams "Night Birds"
and struggling to work.
The box I am painting stinks;
each time I sand it, the thing out-gasses
a stink like burning beef tallow with a hint
of formaldehyde. Yum.

Woah - the wind just brought down a big alder -
time to get offline and shut down the computer
before the power goes out.