Today Erik is hiking with his friend T somewhere in or near Mount Tamalpais State Park, in the redwoods.
I’ve been trying to find some good poems to imitate with my women’s writers group. So far I have four: “Arrival at Santos” by Elizabeth Bishop, “Father’s Bedroom” by Robert Lowell, “Ode to Tomatoes” by Pablo Neruda translated by Margaret Sayers Peden, and “The Last Poem I’ll Ever Write About You” by Denise Duhamel. I think this is enough.
This morning I walked at Howe Park, taking advantage of a break in the rain. Now I have choir practice.