soundless prophecies 4 - happenstance

—where the little creek is merging with the silent river, two men are fishing for the fate of some exaggerated striper——at exactly two thirty-six in the afternoon of the last full day of spring, three fire trucks arrive at fourteen main as foretold in fortunate skies——a quart of strawberry ice cream is simultaneously melting and not melting in the detouring return of a silver metallic focus——beneath this current, there's an unknown ground where divisions are solid and the fire in the sky is just one big hole in a great black eye—