the inexhaustible meadow. herbaceous telepathy.

i was thinking, you know, copp rather than do the loop through the meadow and around the island, let's just linger in the meadow. the meadow is inexhaustible. there is so much to see, and just when i say, we should go off the path here, two nits who harassed us last year, (spraying venom, you think you're cute, don't you?, our judgement for smiling at her off leash), came sternly, soul-witheringly by, and i though, pshew! i think my dog telepathy is on. 

copp and jacob, jacob and copp, y Yo, la Tengo.

milkweed and copp,

again.

lily leaf boat with leaf passengers.

copp eyes leaf boat.

copp plays big monster with leaf boat.

copp gently releases leaf boat.

i don't really abstain. i just reconsider. 

yeah, i think so too, an invisible revolution, yup.

it's not entirely a function of age, in fact i don't feel any particular age, maybe young. the truth is i always live in the moment.

i imagine i am wearing the soft shadow of barney.

let's do the swamp thing.

barney and the tree of locusts.

barney easing into the swamp thing.

barney doing the swamp thing while contemplating leaves of grass.

barney and his linus-cloud of motes of light.

read that tree...

read, and marked, that tree...

persistent deja vu.