dirty_stars crOwl he drove into the soggy earth and sank up past his tires. "fucking stuck," he spit and he banged the dashboard of his pick-up. dust flew up like dirty stars, winking their accusations at his stupidity. he gunned it and his tires whined in protest. he got out and felt the mud suck at his ankles. he crumpled aginst the bedrail, head into his arms. he listened to his blood boil until the knocking of a woodpecker distracted his self deprication. he watched it work upside down. he sighed. back in the truck he called the farmer he got his hay from. with a chain and a john deere tractor he was free. "see that woodpecker?" "yeah. crazy how it walks upside down." 050216 ... tessa the stars are made of dirt dirt shines 050217 what's it to you? who go blather from