Here’s a hitch-hiking sign I found in the weeds beside the road in the town of Okanagan Falls, which is about 10 miles south of the small city of Penticton, the particular goal of this trip. Seemingly, it is hard to get a ride here.
You see how that works? The karma is poured into the sign, the sign does its trick, a car stops, and then the sign is flung into the weeds, because the karma has transferred to the driver of the car. I wonder where it is now! Poetry works like this.