Muscular contusions that look like age spots. Mottled gray and blue patches of geriatrics. Visiting the still-frigid rivers of April for hypothermic relief. A clutch of dappled baby geese; drab, waddling splotches of yellow and brown. Mild frostbite settling in around the ankles, after an hour struggling against an overcast breeze. The slow walk home, and stopping to examine a weeping pine tree. Soft rubber sap that gleams like artificial jewelry. An entire forest crying silently at the state of the world.
8:25 p.m. - 2020-04-15
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