I would suck on a peppermint as I went about my job. It helped mitigate the boredom. I carried a retractable ruler on my belt for measuring the passing of time. And when I found what might be considered under city law a “tree of significance” – a tree that because of great age or size was special – I wrote down its coordinates. Some 30 years later, the trees would be declared redundant, replaced with light poles that have only made the surrounding darkness seem more pronounced. You can look at it forever and still not know everything that is happening.
Howie Good is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Howie Good recommends “Early December in Croton-on-Hudson” by Louise Glück.