Extracted or excavated, I’m not sure what the precise term
would be. The telephone pole has been yanked out of the ground. I love the cylindrical
root of concrete, surrounded by the asphalt and dirt, clumping, clinging. Below
the ground for how may decades now, now for the first time ever exposed to the air and
light that we all know. Construction in this particular lot occurs in slow-mo. Who knows what
will be here or when. There’s progress incrementally, then nothing.
More nothing than incremental, for now. One day there was a pole removed.
Enough for while I guess. You don’t think change when you see this object – an
object you probably have never seen before, an uprooted pole – but you do think
past, how long it has been there in the ground serving its purpose. How old… is
the pole… how old is the ground?
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