4.3 miles
minnehaha falls and back
49 degrees
wind: 30 mph gusts
Figured out how to switch the pace of my watch from rolling miles to current pace. It was a pain to do and I’m not sure it was worth it, although I did learn that I have difficulty keeping a consistent pace. Windy. I made sure my cap was on tight. I ran to the falls then took the steps down to the creek. Forgot to look at the creek because I was too focused on avoiding rocks and walkers. Walked back up the steps near “The Song of Hiawatha.”
Running back I admired the reddish-orange or orangish-red leaves and thought about how someone fell off of the bluff somewhere around 42nd. Yesterday, Scott heard the sirens and saw the fire trucks and Rosie read that someone fell. Are they okay? I hope so. I tried looking it up, but couldn’t find anything.
As I ran, I recited “A Rhyme for Halloween.” Our clock is blind, our clock is dumb/ Its hands are broken, its fingers numb/ No time for the martyr of our fair town/Who wasn‘t a witch because she could drown. The blind clock with broken hands and numb fingers. Maybe I could use this in the time section of Girl Ghost Gorge?
10 Things
- someone in bright yellow standing near the roundabout — ma’am the road is blocked up ahead, you need to turn around
- foamy white water at the falls
- the dirt and rock-studded trail covered in fallen red leaves
- a little girl greeting me, hi!
- another runner greeting me, good morning!
- a high-pitched whistle then STOP! someone calling to a dog down on the winchell trail?
- running on the paved path, above the winchell trail, hearing the voices of walkers, seeing the flash of moving forms
- occupied benches: above the edge of the world and Rachel Dow Memorial bench
- chainsaws in the oak savanna — buzzzzzz buzzzzzz
- the rush of wind through the trees
GGG update
1
Not sure how it will work, or if it will stick as part of GGG, but I think I need to write a ghost story poem. Maybe something inspired by UA Fanthorpe and her poem, Seven Types of Shadow. I should look back at what I’ve written about this poem in the past.
2
I’m experimenting with a poem inspired by Endi Bogue Hartigan and her o’clocks. Here’s what I have so far:
it’s covid
o’clock
twelve minnesota
deaths o’clock
three hundred nineteen
minnesota deaths
o’clock
four thousand minne
sota deaths o’clock
a quarter of a
million half of a
million one million
u.s. deaths o’clock
keep your six feet of
distance o’clock
spit in a cup o’clock
memorize poems
by Mary and
Emily o’clock
read Georgina o’clock
find your blind spot o’clock