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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