GREEN WRECKAGE

For a whole number of reasons having to do with colours and hue gradations, the first rains of the season remind me of the Netherlands in early summer, a warehouse and a temporary airfield in a warmer climate, that early spring when I lived in Piedmont (when my portfolio of illustrations stored in the basement there got waterlogged, and turned slimy), and the slope leading to a freeway underpass in early morning. Greens and greys, medium light. My first Autumn back in the Bay Area after several years overseas was much like that.

Mostly these are memory glows from years ago.
We don't get so much rain anymore.
Or my eyes are tired.

Gravel. Hot coffee. The first pipe of the day. Fecund earthy odours.

Very minor motion at the edge of vision.


Rectangular areas with thick lines, kept free of debris and scattered branches, the smell of solvents, and machine oil, tannins, and salt.

Stewed noodles for breakfast with a squeeze of citrus juice.
More weak cheap tea in thermos jugs for hydration.
A constant buzzing in the distance.



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