cycling to
work
in the rain, narrow path of ballard bridge,
i stop to photograph a spreading slick and think how picturesque
the end of the world will be (as if it weren't already happening).
two ducks approach, turn back, move further along looking for a gap
but they won't find one--whatever it is stretches from bank to bank.
oh well, there's always flight--but every bird has got to land. |
