From the balcony

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I am sitting on a chair,

eating an egg cheese sandwich

next to a table where

a blue jay is alighting

my seem absurd

The surprise is I’m not surprised

a natural way of recognition

maybe a sacred moment

an angel disguised as a bird

a simple intimate detail of grace.

Below on the walking path

mountain hikers indulge the outdoors, sunshine

somewhere, everywhere the virus rages.

Change of pace

73849845-8E72-4B3D-B628-2A19D1D16578After a few days delay Mrs. Abstract and I finally drove up the mountains today. We were scheduled to leave on Monday but I did not feel well. I felt better last night. We brought a lot of food to limit trips to the grocery store and limit eating out in restaurants.

We will try to stay inside the condo. Walk and hike in the woods, reading and maybe writing. I play chess while Mrs. Abstract watch movies.

It’s quiet here in the mountains although when we arrived there were thunderstorms.

Books I am reading: Divine Comedy by Dante. Translated by Hollander & Hollander. I’m starting Roberto Bolaño 2666.

 

Happy Independence Day

I walked to the river before noon. Mrs. Abstract was doing her aquatic exercises in a friend’s pool.

The day was sunny with a warm breeze. Other walkers were enjoying the day. The fishermen were patient. The boaters were in full colors.

Happy Independence Day.

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Little Things To Fill A Heart

Watching the fishermen:

the boys and their mother

catch 3 fish in one afternoon 

within a space of 30 minutes

is enough to fill my heart.

 

I continue my walk,

a kayaker paddles his way in the river

another, older fisherman hides under a shade

and a fellow walker resting on a bench

while 3 ducks are inching their places on a concrete ground

I wave goodbye to a lone bird on top of electric wires.

 

I’m walking home.

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Under a tree

Under a tree

A young boy returning from a walk to the river

Stops under a tree, glances at its little shade

Pulls from one of his pockets an orange

Starts peeling, dropping the peelings on the ground

Cuts a slice and puts it in his mouth.

Smiles, then resumes his walk.

 

I continue my walk towards the river.

The Little Things

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In life is not easy to calculate our losses

Or emphasize our gains

There are disguises that betray us

Our vision is not always sharp to distinguish differences

Today like most days

I walk to the river

Others have similar ideas

I encounter a blue heron,

A lone bird resting on the reeds

And red flowers radiant in the sun.