Maybe today is the first day of spring. It wasn't yesterday. All I could manage is this drawing of the Green River. It shows the bend at the Hopper Road Bridge.
I've been trying to catch up on my reading. In an essay in the NYRB the poet Charles Simic wrote last summer, "I live between two worlds, the one I see with my eyes open and the one I see with my eyes closed. Unlike other people, I regard the two as equals and trust my eyes as much as my imagination... Poetry is not just a record of things seen and remembered but a deeper reading of them with the aid of the imagination."
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