Saturday, September 26, 2015

The Semiotics of Waterfront Park Berkeley







 
 The meadows are withered and seer




Endgame on this worrisome drought
May El Nino wash it away 
fill the reservoirs and make the snow pack mount





Guess where I was yesterday





 Walking my way through the signs






 This one is my all time favorite






 Warning: large glowing grasshoppers







 All of West Berkeley is a fiction where the Bay was
And will again be before very long




 And where we're going today...




 Is meta-fictional




 To rect-ambulate the entire rombus
Land built on trash dumped in the Bay



 A map designed to look aboriginal




 Apparently if you feed the wildlife
they crap all over everything





 Bird housing




 I am an I-island




 The way we came 
 




 A few brief showers
there's always hope




 Here in the dry dry fields




 It's like a Nagasaki cemetery





 Here for solitude peace and awe





 The future is written in clouds





 A snake carcass in the grass






 Succulents, 
these flowers less often in white





 Our ever-expansive vantage on the bay





 A sudden greensward
Something underground




 There's one of those fat ground squirrels
with two of his bitches,
Not even afraid of me




 Man's got a right to fish for his supper





 My second most favorite sign




 Forget it, sailor





 Boating allowed





 The Berkeley marina





 A common garden
 Berkeley attraction






 This is the electric color more generally encountered
Host to our beloved bee





 Au revoir, Miss Farallones
 Someday








Nothing left but to await my bus
Feet up on a bench in the breezy sunlight



25 September 2015

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