I’ve been working on some old journal files. Lots of things need to be put on computer, if I ever want to find out who I was. Plus there are perhaps hundreds of bits of poems, abandoned as larvae, in those old scribblings. Anyway, here’s something that struck me as interesting:

11:52 AM 8/21/2000 Monday
I saw a dead bird by the freeway, just as I was getting up speed to leave town. No hawk or seagull, this was huge; a pelican or heron perhaps. One wing still jutting skyward: Look! I came from there, from grace, and I am not one of you.