Way to Bet

 

Rougned and Rachmaninoff – creek maxed batters up and out but not over after rains – three-tined fork – two-byte sycamore – Hummel trumpet concerto – concierto – lump sum – 7:11 – Bright View times two, trailers in tow – mow, mow mowyourmoat, meow cat meerkat – Bing! Morning noon &nd night.  helicopter: !airport/hospital? Tongue on teeth. Toothpast. Toothpaeste Red J(k)eep moving…a strawberry roan sculpture stationary not Ki Connecticut OkoK. The race is not always to the swift but that’s the ocean right there.

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Upper Black Eddy

is a place in Pennsylvania along the Delaware River and also a combination of words that springs back to mind every so often, such as when peering over the side of Reber’s Bridge to see a stranded tree that is lodged in the middle of Tulpehocken creek and has two large branches from what is the left side as seen from this vantage point and another much more submerged one from right side, that divides off from trunk at lower point than other two, causing a swirl of water within space between tree trunk and submerged limb. To the other side, water flows clear and relative fresh, no sign of sudsy mud bubbles that are locked in if you but glance over hump of  bark hull of partway sunken vessel. On the fresh side fishes a man with a natural net and some kind of metal pole – not his rod – that is laid in the water. He holds a rod in his hands – flash of grasshopper green – scene through the metal open grid.

It has been about 5 years, I think, since I have walked this upper end of the county park trail, a place I saw daily for several years. Much tree removal and trimming, part of the parks ongoing tree and trail plans. I have just come from the county recycling center which is open 8 to 1 on Tuesday. They accepted a stereo CD player our household wore out. Two men working there said today is quiet, Saturdays are very busy, with lines that begin at 7:15 in the morning and wrap around the barn, extend along Hilltop road. On a very busy day 280 vehicles in four hours, dropping off televisions and electronic equipment. What point of origin? All from Berks? Point of No Return. I test the tip jar, it works. They give me a magnet with 2017 Special Waste Collections information and let me know there will not be an event at the stadium.

The path I am on has one or two pathlings, four small red feathers, a jumbo black walnut with black and rust coloration enhanced by rainfall. A squirrel fetched something from the canal scampers through the water, which must be up to its belly, runs up a slope, scoots up a small tree with a number of low branching trunks. A small dead rodent, wet grey fur, lies in the grass. Some trees are draped with inches-thick vines, natural artistry, kind of a fhasion, show A turtle bobs in  lock water, another turtle and another – try to discern markings on shells, try to divine them. Four turtles, one with sort of scarab and another flower. Scull and cross bones. A pirate band-aid, for real.  “I am a camera.”

Upon return to trail head, a tall standing heron alert in the creek, accompanied by two fly-fishermen.  Lovely grey color, beautiful fennel fanned feathers looks about. From the bridge, the bird seems to be on triangulate rock. Now, a runner on trail – wading bird rotates its head toward and opens beak possibly to comment on fellow two-legged creature.

In the parking lot men trim trees that would be, I believe, on federal government side of things. Antique Versalift boasts three red Keystone symbols that appear to have been painted or stencilled. One guy smokes cigar, two has chain saw and third takes off his yellow hard-hat, revealing soft baseball cap and he heads toward bridge, as if heron were calling.

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

Corinth

One of my pillars of society was broken during night. Dark started at ten minutes to 11 o’clock, with o’possum wander along line of evergreen trees, poking around for snacks. Weathery. moist yore. A puncture in time 1:38. Sum rain had started had ceased. Loud airplane sound at 2:45.punctuated rest, and then, trash collection. More rains and winds picked up and whisked and whorled trees branches, stirring them from several directions. The Gaspe peninsula. Ruby climbed to top of trellis. The pillar is bone china or porcelain – white, a fluted column with gold tracing design lines of Corinthian capital style. Gold accents square base and round column bottom. Two are a pair I of candlesticks I useful for holding * one small light green and one blue * Christmas ball. The pieces can be glued together. Obtained through low bid: no one wanted them citing imperfection. A truck with stylised R, MACH II and TAC 24. Dawn came to dispel night by way of west. At eight sun delivered new day. Petits fleurs, flourish painted on ins and outs. Each ball fits Roman candle well. Orders.

Three Red 3’s

Three red (numeral) threes, sets of three pine trees; three voluminous Picea glauca luminous in the mid-morning sun at Park Road and Spring Street, West of Reading and West of Wyomissing. A ModernFOLD, a lost sheep, pink and all-white plush sheep The letter A, a TNDR FOX all is Vanity Fair. Who’s got the building near Progress Electric? Sycamore three-piece pathling at Berks Leisure area, stream clear with sparkles; along Broadcasting, a flock of birds wings it as motion graphic: some with gliding mechanisms against their bodies, some with wings stretching out, folding in, shimmer and showing their different angles, separately and as a unit – like a school of fish, a fish of schools, a ship of fools, not hardly.

Virginia blue and orange plate special real ordinary JHZ-2737 and reverse 8543 edge of hoodie. Electric Dr. DRE. A Rolls, Royce for breakfast. Sort by…noon. Downslope 6 4 vertical blinds with plants peeking out of slats 2 and a metal mounted mailbox with one instead of 2 supports for when you need to curl up a magazine to fit beneath the envelope compartment. Benchwarmers  – for a Large Sumatra, what a home run there! can you hear me, can you hear me now?

I am Just a Visitor

date stamp FEB 25 @)!& yet a permanent resident dark night of the soul. Tuxedo, a trellis, (Ralph) Ellison. Wind in the pines: two top tassels and their supporting branches sway in the same tempo, divided by central spruce, which, with stiffer needles, remains more stoic and straight. Nature has grown this pattern. The pattern grows in nature. Fill the kitties’ water trough ( a rectangular aqua-lined planter) and now I hear a lapping, lapping, lapping.