Everywhere Colossus

The line rolled in on the day after Thanksgiving. I saw it slow to a stop as I sped through a used car lot and parked somewhere in the cuts behind a 4th St. recycling plant. The one with the Clowns painted on plywood. The air released from the brake line and only the sound of small rocks rolling beneath my shoes was heard. A lot of spray was found, but also some new books, colossus, and solo artist.