Handbook
HANDBOOK At what point exactly does a drought become— with the very bloom it withers—perennial? The shovel leans against the white shed, rusting in the thought of rain. Off Happy Valley Road a pasture is deemed ripe for harvest and a flock of yellow Cats led out to graze, to raze. When in this development does it become wisdom to sell your inheritance? There is so little about what to do with the handful of left-over seeds beside the dusty trowel at the bucket's bottom, and what there is might best be thrown out.