SPRING THREATENS

   Reading at Princeton Library was fun. Somehow bouncing poems and themes off each other makes the reading even better. Weather was beautiful – almost too nice to be inside – but the poetry  and audience response was warm and springlike and fun.

   With any luck, the 48 year old tree that blew down in the last storm will be turned into mulch tomorrow. It is strange to look over and see a very different landscape than the one we have been looking at for almost half a century. Maybe Kilmer had a point (despite the sing-song) – this tree was the one where all the birds met and sang in the sunrise. Blue jays, mourning doves and a couple of species I never did identify nested there each year.  Made for a “mess” on the cars – the tree overhung the driveway – but I miss the welcome they gave us each time we got in and or out of the car – even at midnight (but then they were scolding). I guess saying goodbye is always a little strange and sad.

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4 Comments on “SPRING THREATENS”

  1. David V Says:

    We lost a tree and a half between us and the neighbors. There are enough trees and thick forsythia around us that I’m sure we won’t lose many aviary tenants, but I know what you mean. There’s a corridor of unexpected sunlight that accosts us every morning now; it’s sort of constant reminder that something we didn’t know we were used to is gone.

    • ginalark Says:

      I know – it is so strange to be able to see what I haven’t seen in 40+ years – but maybe that is the whole point of change – even “violent” change – it helps us to “see” what we have been missing!

    • ginalark Says:

      ok this is the reply to your blog but I don’t know how to reply on yours – ugh – I never know where and/or how to click!!!

      All true – but as I just replied to your comment on my blog – maybe change helps us to “see” what we have been missing.
      I will miss the sheep coming over to the fence to listen to the poetry in the tent. Even in the pouring rain I loved it (altho you are right not at Duke).
      We once heard Joe Weil read at PAC, behind him was a window and we could see planes landing and taking off thru that window – it was quite something.
      Maybe we will all go to Newark and learnd sosmething new about the poetry we have come to expect from Dodge poets – we will see.

      • David V Says:

        Sorry for your continued difficulty over at my place; I have a few restrictions on because the spambots were targeting me pretty directly for a while.

        I trust the Dodgers to set up a congenial space for words; I’ll go in with an open mind. I think.


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