i got anxious again so i did another walk, an aft walk, taft walk, washington park lagoon. on the way the covidians are blowing off fireworks for the dead but i think the sunlight grants immunity or were they gunshots. on the way a lady dropped her drawers behind a park bench as i passed and her partner said something like somebody's passing but she dint mind. then i saw the grim reaper in concrete silhouetted by the late aft sun but it probably was not the g.r. i'm just seeing things. i think it's about the struggle of black people in a white supremacist country. i never go to washington park because it's supposed to be dangerous but it's only a couple blocks away and people get mugged and shot all around here all the time. it felt fine, there's a lot of fine creatures there. of course i forgot my long bird lens. walked around dusable, saw a lady in the window watching a squirrel eat a slice of wonder bread said excuse me and saw martin and a black panther girl and a funeral sign my shadow fell upon, well i put her there. then there were these kids smiling in the back of the bus, smiling without masks, but they were only decals from b.c.
now i'm back and still anxious but less though we're silent and apart.
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