The lawn was mowed for a second time yesterday (much easier this time) and it's prepped for the upcoming yard work I hope to this weekend as I think about gardening, planting some shade where the neighbor cut it all down (on his side) and cleaning up the backyard aesthetics.
I'm thankful for Pam who made chicken enchiladas so I didn't have to cook and for Rico who entertained Karal extensively. I also got a lot of grading done and some of the laundry put away (emphasis on some). I also baked two cakes for the last grad classes, a tradition I've kept for 15 years at Fairfield for the last night of classes. They eat and work, while I walk around a workshop.
Yesterday's prompt was simply to take a drive and write about the backroads. I, on the other hand, like to shorten my drive so I can get out of the car and walk. The views never get old, so #VerseLove26, day 26, was about outdoor writing once again. I was thinking there might be a nice collection to put together of CT poets doodling their outdoors....that's something to keep an eye out for.
Lordship
b.r.crandall
it’s easier on
weekends to
drive along
short beach
(larger than
the longer one
where teenagers
occupy cars
as if drive-ins
still exist).
We park Katniss
(never-green-no more)
and leash Karal
for a walk along
waving gray lines
that meet an
eggshell horizon —
where the
lemon strip
hovers between
pigeon-blue clouds
& glacier stone.
This is our prospect
of an ocean,
a movement along
the shoreline
(to curb our
inner drive) —
where Golden Hill
Paugusetts once
hunted deer —
where ferries
transport travelers
from Bridgeport
to Port Jeff —
where ospreys
hawk the sea
with barbed talons
in a hunt for
bluefish, sup,
& fluke
