A boy helps his father with a job.
They walk under a shelter where people cry, laugh, hug, and pray near votives. They find a corner dark and quiet, and as rain lets up, Merwin flips over the signs and writes his phone number and HANDYMAN FOR HIRE. He bites off pieces of tape and tells Devin to “hang this where people will see it.” Devin takes the sign, and as he pivots for the gates, his umbrellas jab a woman rising from a bench facing the votives.William Auten – “Brella Fella”
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