Fits and jerks.

If the middle of the street is clean the corner is dirty and if the corner is clean the middle is dirty. The cleaning up process is in fits and jerks.Like an old car revving up vehemently, all of a sudden, after several pushes only to slip into trance like reverie ,no sooner the pressure is relaxed..

The song on my lips that vanishes now and then ,only to be back in a full throated soprano is

"I ve been walking these streets so long ,

Singing the same old song........"

When will this bee buzzing around humming this mournful song , netted out of my archives[ teenage years] be banished for ever?