Oh, but it is dirty!—this little filling station,oil-soaked, oil-permeatedto a disturbing, over-allblack translucency.
Be careful with that match!
Father wears a dirty,oil-soaked monkey suitthat cuts him under the arms,and several quick and saucyand greasy sons assist him(it's a family filling station),all quite thoroughly dirty.
Do they live in the station?
It has a cement porchbehind the pumps, and on ita set of crushed and grease-impregnated wickerwork;on the wicker sofaa dirty dog, quite comfy.
Some comic books providethe only note of color—of certain color.
They lieupon a big dim doilydraping a taboret(part of the set), besidea big hirsute begonia.
Why the extraneous plant?
Why the taboret?
Why, oh why, the doily?(Embroidered in daisy stitchwith marguerites,
I think,and heavy with gray crochet.)Somebody embroidered the doily.
Somebody waters the plant,or oils it, maybe.
Somebodyarranges the rows of cansso that they softly say:
Oto high-strung automobiles.
Somebody loves us all.
