3.6 miles
bottom of locks and dam and back
55 degrees
Yes, cooler! An easier run. Calm, sunny. Relatively uncrowded for a Sunday morning.
9* Things
- roller skiers
- squirrel shadows
cacophony of honking geese - golden light: sun filtered through light green leaves
- open gate — the entrance to the locks and dam no 1
- patches of red leaves on the trees (not the ground)
- smooth surface on the river near ford bridge
- the reflection of the bridge on the water — another portal
- jangling collar — someone running with 2 dogs down the wabun hill
- an empty bench
*I’m writing this several hours after my run, so I could only remember 8 things.
As I ran down the locks and dam hill, I chanted in threes:
softening/softening/softening/surfaces
softening/softening/softening/underground
Another riprap idea:
Make it into a triptych: 1. the original poem (rock), 2. the new poem composed of words from the old — words reordered (riprap), 3. the faint trace of the original poem with the words from the new poem in their original order
And a palimpsest idea: take one of the poems, and show the different layers or iterations of it over the years, from 2021 to now
squirrel shadow
running south
looking
to my left —
movement
thinking — my
shadow
2 squirrels
running
instead. I
choose to
imagine
believe
make real — my
shadow
burst into
squirrels