On a petite line of rocks that is not large enough to cause grand rapids in the creek at picnic bend, stands a heron, its head bent in grooming and preening so it looks less like a bird and more like the scroll of a violin with a batch of feathers splaying out from either beard or breast, very light colored, almost to the tune of a white egret. A piece of a grocery store sticker with the whole word America and part of an American flag image lay on the path. Sycamore bark retrieval became an integral part of this morning’s walk, while I entertained myself with the idea of making a
EN book. Right or left?