Blue and Green: Strong


Crispy clear day, with a heron at 12:52. One of the park maintenance workers got up from the lunch table to greet me, how nice! A forecast of five days rain for next week.

Lipstick. Onion plants. Numeral 5 marker. Creek is full.  Stick scrawling in the screenings: Two grandparents, two grandchildren led by the hand – the sexes switched and the boy dragging a stick. A circle enclosing an X; two more X’s outside circumference. Across the Tulpehocken, on an escarpment to the creek, less sunshine strikes the northern slope. Even so, with rising temperatures and the elapse and clasp of time, snow melts in on land and rock ridges in pattern and non-pattern. The shadow of a tall trunk becomes an entity. near, this side of the water – A broken stick, the rotting log. The reappearance of ground cover. Squirrelly-boo scrounging in the canal bed. It’s really nice out – not quite sapphire, but close. Some birds chirp and some bird chirps are heard. Two runners, one fleeced in name of Citadel. Discipline. A shingle of plane tree like a small city in complexity. GPS. Top quality. The six marker. Mindset open. Air has a nice bite to it – felt on the face. Twins or brothers coming? Twins and brothers? Broken branch of sycamore has lodged on the upward branch of another tree along the bank. A three-piece pathling 33 1/3 per cent twig, the other parts bark. Walnut frag 4 sections only one like it in the whole world! Because it has been acted upon and because each one is each one. Rat-a-tat of a woodpecker. Dawn of a discarded WaWa coffee cup – 20 ounce size, with lid intact. Couple bits of trash. A watered-down brochure in the grass. A movie stub IA. Gnawing of squirrel on nut in tree. List of events and all this is wrapped up in thoughts of watching ten favorite movies. Moss forms a rope in broken black top. A meadow. How inviting! A wood duck? Then two wood ducks make commotion, while mallards glide. A fold of water catches glint of sunlight and in the midst of thoughts about habitat for humanity, a heron rises almost from my shoelaces, looking very Pterodactyl, very slate and grey, with its feathers in plates like armour – a most unusual angle to be able to observe one in flight. Bark shards. N-18 with three x’s. A stone cube, a cubed stone gathering moss. How many miles have these sneakers covered? A BFF lighter. Picking up discarded plastics. Forever home.

 

 

Park closes Today

7:00

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