a rare collection of odd & beautiful creatures; loves that i had forgotten. pictures before and after the ceremony/reception, which is a debaucherous blur.
i have fragments for a lake placid poem, but they're not coming together. strangely, i can't get over the image of these particular railings on the roadside during the drive up and back.
these roads have beautiful hips:and so on.
ochroid railings, low and sturdy;
nothing like the floppy-eared,
directionless steel i'm used to--
punctuated with concrete blocks
and Midwestern cities. no, to be
a runner in these hills must require
a conversation with this railing,
appearing and disappearing quietly,
modestly hugging you away from
the adirondacks, their hoary birches
and vagrant ponds insatiable.
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