The first question my city friends ask about river front, after gleefully exclaiming or viciously whispering "SNAKES?!", is "... GUNS! HUNTING?"
Last night, pow-pow-pow in Ginter Park. Gangster soundtrack a block or so east. Helicopter(s) circled for hours following, presumably hunting perpetrator or victim or both.
That was Saturday. Game hunting is illegal on Sunday.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
cypress at summer's end
drifts of cypress needles bunch up on the dock
join the layers of past years' matter in the swamp
stepping across the almost dry part is a bravery test
nearly nothing supporting adult gravity
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