The Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhart, Section One
By Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Clem Sanders, bystander
It was late spring and silent,
beach-grass switched like skirts
of women walking past shop
windows on their way to church,
heads bent beside their husbands
come up from orange groves
just greening. I was distracted
by a bird, which was no more
than shoal-dust kicked up by wind.
I missed her waving good-bye,
saw only her back, her body
bowing to enter the thing.
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A cautionary tale for these times: trip insurance for illness may not cover covid, or may not cover the members of your party who don't have covid. So, we are having a strange week. Adam has a positive test, few symptoms (scratchy throat, bit of a headache, both of which he said he would assume were from being dehydrated from flying here if not for the test). Daniel, who had covid a few weeks ago, and Cahaya, who did not, have plane tickets to come to the area on Friday, though they never planned to stay at our house because she's allergic to cats. Assuming no one else tests positive, we're all going to have dinner outdoors tomorrow and very socially distanced, with the people who haven't had covid in one vehicle and the people who have in another and everyone masked.
Thursday was therefore pretty low-key: Adam kept to his room upstairs, Paul and I did our stuff downstairs, we all went for a masked and socially distanced walk at Locust Grove, Paul and I went to CVS and Giant to get Adam ice pops and sriracha, the cats were cranky about various doors being closed that aren't usually closed. We ate leftover Chinese food from Wednesday for dinner, I dropped in briefly on my usual Thursday night Zoom chat and we just finished watching The Lost City with Adam on the steps and all of us masked. Now I'm watching Disney+'s Assembled episode about The Multiverse of Madness, which in some ways is more fun than the film itself. Here are some of the animals we saw in the canal at Riley's Lock a couple of weeks ago:
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