Saturday, September 5, 2009

FOUND OBJECTS: Hiking Powerline Trail

1.
8 o'clock in the morning.
Vapor.
Series of strange and broken child's things:
(These are a tricycle with one flat tire. A plastic Go-Kart, muddy. Swing set.)

2.
If possible, wild snapdragons, pale yellow and whose stems are either spike-leaved and equally-pale green, or, if not against the rusty dividing fence, autumn-red.

3.
How do these tiny versions of hothouse flowers get across the trail?
Growing outside their flowerbeds, now.

Civility can become wilderness.

4.
Tiny: I think they are orchids?
Maybe ladyslippers.
Exotic, shaped perfectly, deeply pink miniatures, so small and fragile,
perhaps by their very hiddenness avoiding being picked.

5.
As if someone has tired of Monet's gardens, flung them aside with the onset of cold, a pile of trampled nasturtium, uprooted: red and purple and punk.

Flung out onto the path with their potting soil rounds still attached.

6.
Rotting burlap sack.

Hollow ahead an ideal place for moose to bed down. It is still so very, quietly early.

Sure enough-moose turd in the trail. Long gone.

7.
Dog is in someone's yard.

We've left the "nice" part of this neighborhood. These are all trailer homes, and old.

One, painted bright green with pine-green trim, has its own shed.

A picnic table.

A statue of a kneeling angel on the railing of its tiny deck.

The next has a collection of prisms hanging across the rear window.

8.
A rainbow.

9.
Cluster of Shasta daisies whose petals have all fallen, leaving nothing but their round, golden centers.

I am thinking of the way yellowness will creep, then rush, up over the mountains.

It will be met by snow.

10.
Walk back.

Boots wet and spackled with grass.

The dog chews a single sprig of cat-grass. All the fireweed in this area are blown out, fuzzy white seeds help down by the damp.

11.
Blue Toyota full of elderly couples pulls out. They point at the dog, then wave.

He does look like a stuffed toy. Chinese delivery man from last night called him a "baby caribou."

12.
On the pavement, in candy-colored chalk, a drawing of a dinosaur, and next to it, lettering:

G A B e.

good morning!!!

I LOVE LUKE

Another rainbow.

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