...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Wednesday, June 8
Walking along the river
We are two small people in a sweeping landscape. We leave the path to walk through the high grass and be closer to the river. In a small clearing of flattened grass bordering on the water there is an old brown suede jacket half-covering a full plastic bag, the top folded over. I want to look in the bag. I choose not knowing.