Category Archives: Transit

Traffic Monitors

My mood was good already, but it rosea little higher when I saw the birds –two pigeons gazing roadward in a posesuggesting they were monitors of cars.They perched, wings folded, steel beneath their toes,and seemed when traffic passed them to … Continue reading →

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Train Sound

I wonder why I heard the train today.Inversion in the atmosphere can bringthe whistle from the tracks that edge the bay,but weathermen have not said anythingof variance. The rails are miles away(like two point five by crow or seagull wing).The … Continue reading →

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10K

I’ve walked for transportation 60 years,and seldom counted steps except when bored,or treading stairs to shift kinetic gearsand reach a railroad platform. I affordmyself a lot of time without an app reward,odometer, or any figured goal.But I’ve a phone I … Continue reading →

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Sisters and Bend

We looked at quilts and beadwork Saturday.Although our time included other sights,the textile work and woman-craft held sway,and influenced our thinking several nights.It didn’t make me want to sew the wayit may have pushed her to creative heights,but it was … Continue reading →

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Opting Out

I didn’t sleep enough last night, althoughI walked eleven thousand steps before.For that and time alone, I opted “no,”when offered wheels to bike the river shore.I stretched and then I gladly locked the door,eliminated waste and travel grit,relaxed and wrote … Continue reading →

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Rabbitbrush

Of rabbitbrush we learned when we enjoyeda 3 day/2 night visit to the realestate that’s called high desert. It’s employedby rabbits as a cover more than meal,and occupies the space that would appealto succulents or cactus down below.With rabbitbrush no … Continue reading →

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Wayward

I’m taking stock right now of how I feel.I try to do this every single day,but I’m about to leave, and as I reelamong my body parts, I sense okay.The pains of yesterday have gone away –that tweak in upper … Continue reading →

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Transit Sightings

Ahead of me, a woman walks uphill.She’s dressed for exercise, with phone to ear.She angles leftward toward the street, untilshe nears the curb, and then she turns to veerto right and plodding on her way, proceedszigzagging up the street. I … Continue reading →

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The Bad Trip

I took a trip and landed on the ground.My left knee and my elbow felt the pain.I must have moved too fast – that’s how I foundmyself on old concrete. I saw the stainof blood on jacket sleeve, and knew … Continue reading →

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The Mien

A mien recalls someone I used to knowwho shared my bus and talked incessantly.It isn’t she, but likeness triggers flowof shuttered stuttered dormant memory.I found her boring then and didn’t seea reason to befriend her, view her placeor show her … Continue reading →

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