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Epic Walk Diaries (November 18)

monochrome golden
  determination
delightfully interruped
     by
 sari orange
pink orange
 red or turmeric
   yes but shimmery

it's like a two-shelled
  berry
    the inner berry is
     ummm orange
 sari orange

the sweetness of mom

 frost! November
muck
  so satisfying
   imagine being barefoot

listen look
    a calling bird
  brambles
   silence    we wait
   leaves quiver
 weaving as hopping
  as small as a finch

we want order
  no chaos
 no, chaos
   chaos!!!!

fear
  the ultimate investigation?
 or one like any other
   which tunnel to go down
 do all tunnels lead to...
  no head?

layers of white
  fireweed forests
 curled by gravity
    hooked by brambles
     so much stuff
  that can be grabbed onto
 don't worry. they love you.

the absence spoken
 of skeleton leaves
   tissue-like   materialized
  the magic of attention

defiant yellow
  untriggered!
    brilliant life burst
   in brown entropy
 a tertiary display

the rest of canada hates us

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[
  Start 2:30pm
  End 4:30pm
  Pacific Spirit lot, back to Acadia beach,
  up Marine, back to the lot,
  past the sunlighted streams,
  a close brush with wreck beach,
  up to the burrowing grove,
  zig zag through trees, cliffs, brambles
  back down burrowing grove,
  and the lot.
  hello lola.
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details of our gathering during the walk.

Epic Walk Diaries (November 11)

remember
  white berries
red berries
 those were rosehips
  you took a picture?
I saw the depth

a round tree
memories of holly
 a premonition

marry me
    gold plastic inflates
      the mockery of what happens
    after
  the layers of why
 did you ever wonder? no
the rings were watered with champagne
 we drank them on Mykonos by the sea

eulogic writing
  for her 
    for him?
  for them? zest
    in quotes "" 
  shifts her to him maybe?
     we're just happy it's warm
 we can barely make it out
 Francis. yes. Francis.

my mother(tm) hates my driving
 oh dear. half dead flowers
   in a beer bottle? no mug.
 I returned it.
for money? no.
    who does that?

[  ...time..
 we do. ungraciously.
  the flowers alive still
 a toxic time warp
  a leap into generosity
]

my father built a whole church
 out of nothing
  i preach in his image
   admiring and cringing
ugh
 the proud defiant chin jutting out

a path to riches and tackiness
 a mazeratti wanting to be nissan
  an eagle and bear, this path
  is my house.

shit
 narrowly avoided

chestnuts 
  crazy bounty for no one
 maladapted
  but for horses?
    some know the secret trees
   in kitsilano

a knotty Holly tree
 oozing in slow motion
near the wealth
  we will email you

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[
  Start 2:15pm
  End 4:45pm
  Jericho beach, millionaire path deadend,
  back to Spanish banks,
  Acadia beach, through the sand,
  the end of the trail, and back.
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