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

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

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

25 September 2015

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