With cigarettes in our mouths,|
Gunter and I framed the entrance to the barn.
It smelled of cow shit and old hay.
A white pickup truck pulled up in the dry dust
beside Gunter's ancient motorcycle.
Three men got out of the truck, carrying paper bags.
I had never seen any of them before.
They walked by us wordlessly
and entered the first stall where hundreds of
_____old slow internal modems
lay scattered on a metal-strapped, rectangular bale of hay.
Gunter's eyes strayed theatrically to the third man's ass.
I extinguished my cigarette.