gloves raze about a week ago someone dropped a single tacky-looking leopard print glove at the side of the path in the park. it's still there. it's moved a little to the right, and now it's on the grass beside the pavement. though rain and dirt have darkened it and made it old before its time, it's still recognizably itself. no one has been brave or thoughtful enough to pick it up, but someone has manipulated the digits so the middle finger extends in an exaggerated way, giving everyone and everything a dull yellow and black greeting. 210630 ... raze and it's gone. 210701 what's it to you? who go blather from