The Iron Pump Which Quenched my Youthful Thirst Now Stands Idle– Rusting, Parched.
The Silent Spring Below Hums a Lament: It Sounds Like a Canary Singing a Lullaby to the Human Race.
[Grace notes: The photo is from a water pump on the east side of Cedar Lake in Minneapolis, Minnesota. In my youth, there was a similar water pump by Lake Harriet in Minneapolis. The reference to the canary is a riff on the proverbial saying, “A canary in a coal mine.”]
