first spot the poop,
then look up.
we had our picnic at hanging rock.
yep, just hanging out midday
in a sunny spot.
and then, later, a herd
paralleling the trail the highway made
there were presences
grimaces
and the light looks like november
and felt like october
holes and leyers and lichens and
a heart for my friend
(you know who you are)
it was cold and sunny and beautiful.
astonishing
frost melting
and a shivering echidna
we ate well.
all three returned.
and they serve ben and jerry's ice cream
at the visitor center.