the hottest day…
the hottest days of summer ( a song from the beecharmer )
i have a poem in chautauqua. print-only.
this morning a raven on a roof had a dead bird in it’s claw. might have killed the woodpecker chick that my mother said was hopping around the moss outside. if i’d seen the chick alive, i would’ve been sad to see the raven carrying the broken thing, but as it was, i felt it was natural.
nature is brutal, said my father. he’s turning 73 tomorrow.
i’ve been reading national geographic magazine. feeling more national geographic and less new yorker.