“Sights”: Sunshine through the clouds. Silver drops on the leaves and ground. Wet tree bark. Mud and bits of leaves on my hooves and ankles. Patches of blue spilled on the lake.
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“Morton’s Pond” (XII)
“Sounds”: Rainfall. Cloudburst. I suppose the cloud got so full with all the things it sucked up, it had to spit them out—the sounds, the colors, the smells. The raindrops gathered together when they hit the ground and began to run around making noises and spreading flashes of color. They ran down my nose and flanks and haunches and tail, and found the holes in my shelter I could only hear before. Rain makes it easy to see holes, and it makes silent things reveal their sound. Like the stone outside my shelter that never made a sound until the rain came and all the nooks and crannies sang.
“Morton’s Pond” (XI)
“Sights” – More clouds. Cloud. Covering the lake…
stealing the blue from the water.
“A Blurtso runs through it”
And as you circle from side to side, said Blurtso, feel that a river runs through you… that the tension in your muscles and bones are branches that dangle in the stream, lifting the water in silver spray… and you are the river… and branches, and spray, and grooves of the surface, and hidden currents beneath…
“Frank visits Concord” (V)
Crows are messengers of the dead? said Ditto. Yes, said Virginia, that’s what my uncle said. Dead humans or dead donkeys? said Ditto. Dead humans, said Virginia. Hmm, said Ditto, I wonder which animals are messengers of dead crows?
“Blurtso considers the most difficult task”
People value tasks that are difficult to perform,
but they don’t value the most difficult task of all…
to not value what other people value.
“Frank visits Concord” (IV)
Is that your iPhone ringing? said Ditto.
No, said Virginia, I don’t have an iPhone.
“Morton’s Pond” (IX)
“Tastes” – The grass that grows around last year’s leaves. The flowers. Today I ate a white flower that tasted like the yellow one I ate yesterday. Sometimes different flowers taste the same and sometimes they don’t. Sight and taste are not always connected.
“Morton’s Pond” (VII)
“Sounds” – Birds. More birds. And the sound of the wind. I don’t know how something you can’t see can make so much sound.
“Frank visits Concord” (III)
What do you think crows talk about? said Virginia. I don’t know, said Ditto, probably what everyone else does.
Really? said Frank, a worm-finding app on your iPhone?