Other things, a thousand things, Igneous Sleep, civic behavior, Gravelly Point, Maffic Dream, bottle in the stream’s swift current, eye (the rock, the blankets, “sedimentary”) running out (clouds and rain) running in (the wind and blue skies.)
Cats uncovered. Red moss and red mass. Ribs, ridges, troughs, curbs, The Holocene, a Trowel, a military jet that is tiny in its altitude, its sound “a layer of harsh concrete over all the other sound.”
Feeling the heat of an oven when it’s not time to open it yet. Like in a bad movie, standing alone in a wide, windswept, open public area, with litter tumbling about. Children’s colors, children’s drawings and shapes on a paper tumbling. One child tried to kick at something and missed it and he tumbled. And there were many such things.