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Dusk [Nov. 22nd, 2015|05:51 pm]
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The pile of leaves I raked in the back yard this evening is huge, and the raking didn't even uncover the entire lawn. The yard waste wheelie bins are both already full, and their contents won't be hauled off until after the next storm arrives on Tuesday, so today's leaves will get wet before it can be binned, and binning them will be a messy job. It might have been better to leave them lie so they could dry out a bit in the sun after the storm, but I wanted the grass to get some sunlight. It still hasn't turned green again, despite the recent rains that watered it, and I'm thinking it might be dead. There must be some seeds down among the roots that will grow eventually, but that might not happen until spring. I might have to look at a grayish brown lawn all winter.

Late last night I heard trumpeter swans. The flock was flying nearby, but I was unable to see them in the moonlight. So far I haven't heard any geese, but I expect them any evening now. They often come by before the sky is entirely dark and I get to see the flocks passing. But the swans almost always pass later at night. Both species must spend their days resting, perhaps on small lakes in the mountains, and then make the final leg of their journeys to the wetlands of the valley by dusk or night. When they leave in the spring they often pass earlier, and I sometimes get a glimpse of the swans then. They must be eager to get home in the spring.

Tonight I watched the sky grow dim as the fatly gibbous moon, already risen, climbed halfway up the tall pine tree beyond my back fence. Two of the feral cats, who had made themselves scarce all day, returned then to frolic on the cleared lawn and inspect the leaf pile in the pale twilight. Their soft footfalls seemed loud in the dusky stillness. Later I heard a dog barking somewhere to the north. A nearer dog answered, and then the dogs over the back fence, and then more distant dogs to the south until at last one dog on the edge of hearing barked. I wonder what message they were sending? I wonder how far it traveled?




Sunday Verse



Vanishing Point


by Lawrence Raab


You're walking down a road
which someone has drawn to illustrate
the idea of perspective, and you are there
to provide a sense of scale.
See how the road narrows in the distance,
becoming a point at which
everything connects, or flies apart.
That's where you're headed.
The rest of the world is a blank page
of open space. Did you really think
you were just out for an aimless stroll?
And those mountains in the horizon:
the longer you look, the more forbidding
they become, bleak and self-important,
like symbols. But of what?
The future, perhaps. Destiny. Or the opposite.
The perpetual present, the foolishness of purpose.
At evening they recede into the sky
as if they had always been the sky.
Is it a relief to know you'll never reach them?
Is there any comfort in believing
you're needed where you are?

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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2015-11-24 05:07 pm (UTC)
Trumpeter swans sound charming! I'll google for an audio clip. Back in Md., there were flocks of geese that made their home on a big lake at Ft. Meade, and they'd fly over my neighborhood making a great noise.

Love the poem. Yes, there is comfort in that.

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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2015-11-24 05:08 pm (UTC)
Honk honk honk. noisy birds
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2015-11-24 07:29 pm (UTC)
Yup, that's them, though I've never heard them closer than from a few hundred feet. Still, when you get a whole flock bellowing it's quite impressive even from a distance.
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