Rock Creek Park (Wednesday, June 15, 2016)

laugh wiggle, the creek is clean, then shit infested

the herring highway, next to the parking lot of early morning Beach drive,

the big beaches, towering among the rocks, slowly birthing out of the clay. What grace among the rock maples, viburnums, low blueberries, asters, sorrel, pipsissiwa, partridge berry.

No swimming behind the zoo please.

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Single person in single car single person in single car single person in single car single person in single car ... you get the idea.

tree roots buckle the old asphalt, the fat tires are nice for bouncing, and the bike trailer gets some gees weaving up over the bridges, I hope Oona likes it. At least she doesn't complain.

We pass a cop, slow pedaling, unsteady as he gets onto the gravel to make way, knobs crunching, apologizing.


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so many new cars so many new cars, old cars, new cars, single drivers single drivers (again? you might ask)

yes. the decrepit indebted materialistic soul of automotive culture is infesting the floodplain, driving over its own funneled feces, preparing to spectacularly explode into the drop pool riffle sequence as the rain clouds lower and lower and lower.