18 November 04
Hanging on Tules
Mid-November fog—Everything’s muffled and drips.
Late lone cricket-song.
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Numenius is a geographer by training and temperament. He is a Bay Area native, and grew up roaming the East Bay hills. Pica takes her cue from Pica nuttalli, the endemic magpie of central California, chatty and alighting on gleaming things. Pica has another blog, Bird by Bird, in which she records her sketches of birds.
Mid-November fog—Everything’s muffled and drips.
Late lone cricket-song.
Previous: Mixed Living Next: Almond Butter and Flying Cars
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second line maybe better as …
“Everything, muffled, drips” (?)
does that better catch the stillness—the long moment in time that the fog provides?
as you can see, i’m addicted to commas, especially when they help dispose of little words
lousy poet, but might have hope as an editor, or not, lemme know
peace, jarrett