A man sits across the parking lot in a 1968 F-150 with a heavy duty rear axel mustard/pumpkin yellow Ford pick up truck ..... There just under the green skinned Palo Verde tree offering little shade.
The windows have cardboard on the inside to block the looking out....... And in.
A sign reads in black marker 'I need Help! Up on the dash
I approach and hear a dog 🐕 yapping.. judging a small one from it's voice.
The back of the vehicle is piled high with possessions beneath a brown tarp.. reminiscent of the Grapes of Wrath ...
It has a paper license plate....
Isn't that all funny and strange.?
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What conclusion can one come to?
Say in regards to permanency and some desperation .
Perhaps it is a misleading? A misrepresentation?
I am being fooled by my senses?
I see a good bit of it...
Of course the cause for wonder.
Where are you any of us?
