D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

On the way to the San Jose library, I saw a flower blooming dark red in a gutter: possibly a snapdragon or a geranium. It was in front of a gas station with nothing but lawn and blacktop, and next to a restaurant with nothing but lawn and blacktop.

D.O.P.-T.

The supermarket had been denuded of bread; both of us had the urge to cram ourselves with bread, and so apparently had half the town. Or maybe they were reacting as if a hurricane was coming in; I didn't check milk.