on my birthday
I want a future
making hammocks
out of figs and accidents.
Or a future quieter
than snow. The leopards
stake out the backyard
and will flee at noon.
My terror is not secret,
but necessary,
as the wild must be,
as Sandhill cranes must
thread the meadow
yet again. Thus, autumn
cautions the cold
and the wild never want
to be wild. So what
to do about the thrum
of my thinking, the dangerous
pawing at the door?
Yesterday has no harmony
with today. I bought
a wool blanket, now shredded
in the yard. I abided by
dwelling, thought nothing
of now. And now?
I’m leopard and crane,
all’s fled.
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My Monday morning was about laundry and various other chores ignored over the weekend because the weather was too good not to enjoy. Today was overcast and cooler, which made walking in the afternoon quite lovely -- no sun, so no turtles, but the eagles and frog were out -- and we saw most of the fabulous Orioles victory over the Yankees when we got back.
After dinner we caught up on Watson, which is finally making the Moriarty arc relevant, then we started watching this season of Hacks, whose return we missed while we were traveling and catching up from that. Speaking of traveling, here are some photos from the Mile-Long Pier in Lorain Ohio (not really a continuous mile, but it has a lighthouse, herons, and lovely views):
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