Friday, April 12, 2024

Poem for Thursday and Marymoor Herons

The Bagel 
By David Ignatow 

I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
as if it were a portent.
Faster and faster it rolled,
with me running after it
bent low, gritting my teeth,
and I found myself doubled over
and rolling down the street
head over heels, one complete somersault
after another like a bagel
and strangely happy with myself.

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Thursday wasn't as warm as Wednesday but it was still beautiful. We went out before lunch to pick up bagels (and bagel dogs, which we ate when we got home) then did a few hours of computer work before walking to the beach, where we saw steller's jays and several kinds of waterfowl. When my chat group started, the Orioles were losing to the Red Sox, but when we got off, they were up 9-4 in the 10th. 

Just after the Orioles won the game, we saw a huge rainbow over the lake. We ate leftover sesame and sweet and sour tofu for dinner, then we watched this week's Ghosts (ghosts get sucked off to heaven, poltergeists get jerked off onto new hosts), the new episode of Sugar (still no twist), and the start of Fallout (may be too violent for me). Great blue herons are nesting in the trees at Marymoor Park: 

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