Eeksy-Peeksy

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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Stand

On a corner where six lanes of loud cross-town traffic and two tram lines meet the traffic jam between the train station and the airport, where cranes and excavators put up the city's largest shopping mall, one corner is dark with old chestnuts. Concrete slabs over part of the ground form a small parking lot, but the lot lies empty. Nothing profitable is done, and so I wonder what sort of land dispute could prevent this plot from becoming a gas station, a car wash, a drive-through chicken restaurant. But here it is on old maps, 1941, 1914, 1908, 1899, 1898, 1807, Alte Kathol. Friedhof or Kath Fdhf or just a few inked crosses. Not one stone remains, but the chestnuts mark the boundaries of the lot and form a double row up the center, where folk must have walked slowly and then stood.

4 Comments:

At 8:57 pm, Blogger Auntie Sarah said...

I wouldn't know a chestnut tree if it slapped me. But I found out about roasting chestnuts last year. I'm for it.

 
At 8:27 pm, Blogger Roberta said...

I think it is profitable to leave the chestnut trees untouched, just to add that little spark that creates the kind of thoughts you have just expressed. I find the greater beauty in the abandoned lot.

 
At 9:55 pm, Blogger Bobby said...

Ghosts, perhaps.

 
At 8:49 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

malcolm! where are you?!

(i know. poland. haha)

 

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