Wednesday, August 17, 2005

The Magic Field of Green

I once took you there to show it to you. My magic field of green.
I had not been there myself in quite some time. You are gone now, and I could not sleep.
I rose so early and road up the shoal creek trail. Frogs were hopping across the trail, men without homes were sleeping in the park. A naked man was bathing in the creek water. I went along the rough and rocky trail , there are places where you have to get back onto the street or the sidewalk.
I went to the grotto I have known for 23 years. It has the statue of St. Francis. This morning there were two springs pouring from either side. I paused there for a few moments and prayed for you and me and everyone and all.

I mounted my bike and made my way upto 38th and crossed over thru hyde park. Passed the 4001 Duval, passed the Bakery where Dana the Bakery Girl once worked, I remember how awe inspiring a beauty she was. The darkest locks, the palest skin and the biggest bluest bug eyes. I kept going along by the Ney Museum by the pool down and up on F right on 46th , The old place with the old memeories from a different chapter is gone.
Right on speedway to the magic field. I never saw it so green in August. Lush and green, green green.

I have seen a guinea hen there, cedar waxwings, blackcapped vireos, sparows, bats, great big (silent winged) owls, the parrots oh so many parrots, and of course hawks.
I walked back behind the land burm to the little clump of trees. Just as I stood there, a wind blew by, a gorgeous gust refreshing I knew that it was you. Hello, hello to you my dear.
I tried to show you this magic field. Now you know and now you see. I was not lying.
I walked up the land burm and waited for the streaks of light to lay across the grass as the sunrays cast tru the trees from the rising sun. I marveled at the cotton ball clouds aglow seweeping past overhead in pearlish colors of magentas, lemons and golden rod against the azur sky. There he was a brand new hawk , he fled when we made eye contact. I think I blew his morning meal of squirrels or parrots. I stood there just stood and waited and watched and took breathe. I know we will see you soon again. Love you daer always and forever I know you know.

Ricardo Calzadilla
801 West 17th St.
Suite C
Austin Texas 78701
512 567 3361

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