
A poem about my favorite piece of furniture
In the winter months, kerosene trucks drive slowly through neighborhoods in the evening, making their presence known with a repeating announcement played over a loudspeaker, accompanied by the tune of an old children’s song.
It falls on stone statues with both facial features and inscriptions worn indecipherable by centuries of exposure to the elements.
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