There is a little pile of dust in the middle of my street who whispers everyone’s name morning noon and nite and this little pile of dust doesn’t ask for much maybe a cigarette or a cup of coffee every now and then and this little pile of dust gets bigger and gets smaller depending on the weather and when it is summer it is as big as it gets and this little pile of dust will tell you good advice the kind that pisses you off  and this little pile of dust seems to know an awful lot and  it is about to rain so one neighbor comes out and puts a traffic cone over it to keep it safe