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Saturday, February 6, 2021

Observation - February 6th, 2021, Saturday

It is cold outside, but the sun is shining

 

The sky is striped, blue and white

 

I can feel the cold coming, seeping through the windows

 

The sun’s light through wavey glass

 

Snow clings to the limbs of my tree

 

Each flake a tiny prism from which the sun light leaps

 

And there is hope, today in America…there is hope




Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Observation - January 6th, 2021, Wednesday

It is cloudy in Minneapolis, a gray day in America

 

The capital is occupied by terrorists, insurrectionists

 

A coup de etat is being attempted in America

 

Shots fired at the capital

 

A woman rolls past the cameras on a gurney

 

Her face bloodied, gravely injured

 

Terrorists have occupied the floor of the House

 

The Senate chamber is under their control

 

Trump supporters flying Trump flags wearing Trump hats

 

A bunch of brown shirts, chickens come home to roost

 

The mob is fighting the capital police

 

Reports of flash bang grenades

 

The final process of ratifying the presidential election has been upended

 

The clock is ticking, they have five days to complete their work




Saturday, December 5, 2020

Observation - December 5th, 2020, Saturday

The floorboards are creaking above me

A reminder that I do not really live alone

 

Kitty is curled up in a ball on the couch

I hear the deep rumble of engine outside

 

Small branches swaying in the light breeze

Dark slender finger, against the pale sky

 

There is laughter somewhere down the block

People are walking outside, riding bikes

 

There is no snow on the ground, no ice

It is warm for Minneapolis in December




Thursday, November 5, 2020

Observation - November 5th, 2020, Tuesday

 Coffee on the terrace of the penthouse

 

Morning on 49th Street, Radio City

 

Rockefeller Plaza, a few hundred feet away

 

Columns of concrete, glass and steel push up into the powder blue sky

 

Green-copper spires reflected in mirrors one thousand feet tall

 

Their soft patina wavering in the sunlight

 

 

A curious pigeon comes to greet me

 

 

The sounds of the city are pressing

 

A steady drone of HVAC permeates the atmosphere

 

Sirens wail and saws whine, over the drone of engines

 

As the arhythmic clang of steel on steel fills the air with hollow waves

 

While all around me hammers fall

 

The city hums with a ghostly bustle

 




 

 

Monday, October 5, 2020

Observation - October 5th, 2020, Monday

 

The air is warm this morning

Unseasonably warm for October

My windows are open

And Kitty is talking about rabbits

In the quiet morning

Beneath the cool blue sky

The sun still below the horizon

As Venus fades quickly in the light




Saturday, September 5, 2020

Observation - September 5th, 2020, Saturday


The long September sunlight reflects off the sandstone and red brick of the building across the street, filtering back through the green leaves of the maple outside my window.

The window is open; there is traffic on Bryant and a rhythm to the sound of tires on pavement, as car after car rolls by; Kitty is sleeping on the ledge by the sill, curled up on her side.

I see patches of blue sky through the limbs of the tree.

The air in the apartment is cool.

There scent of cinnamon and cloves lingers in the air, I made eggrolls.


Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Observation - August 5th, 2020, Wednesday


The scent of garlic and curry the apartment

I made a pot of lentils

For the first time in weeks the air conditioner is silent

The windows are open for a cross breeze

A dappled light comes in through the east windows

Filtered through the green leaves

Kitty is complaining about the taste of medicine in her food

The dry and dusty chondroitin that helps her with her joints

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Observation - July 5th, 2020, Saturday


It is late in the afternoon

In the condo all the shades are drawn down

The unwelcome sun is beating

Hard on the bricks and brownstone

The air conditioner fills the empty space

Cool air and ambient noise

Kitty is curled up and sleeping

Friday, June 5, 2020

Observation - June 5th, 2020, Friday


The city is green

It is summer and it is quiet—right now, at 4:00 pm

If I think about it

I can recall the sounds of gunfire

That woke me up in the middle of the night

The quiet lays on Minneapolis like a green veil

The city is restive

The demand for justice is simmering, now

Seven days ago, we were at a roiling-boil

I can smell the ashes lingering—still

The chemical scent of unnatural fire

Scratching in my throat