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Alone, at night, beneath the streetlight

the stage, beckons - the audience, silent -

at dawn, lamps flicker, then all falls quiet

— for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/17/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-streetlight/

The old men settle in as front-step stoop watchers, as joyful neighborhood stair talkers, chatter-boxing every single passer-by pedestrian street walker

for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/16/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-stairs/

Red orange yellow orbs, like fallen planets, held together with tangled vines, and roots that resist our pulling, loosening the grip of summer as cold nights tamp down the garden light, the field is turning

for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/15/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-gardens/

The game we play, we call Dodge the Pit -

the rules are simple: the hole is It

for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/14/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-roadwork/

As kids barrel barefoot along concrete sidewalks, scraped knees and skinned shins attest to the uneven surface lives of this city

this urban landscape remains mapped, poured and nearly forgotten

but for the roots of these old trees, patient and persistent, the street-side prison just won't hold

for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/13/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-sidewalks/

Awe and wonder and worry all crowd the world in the aftermath of the storm

where trees stood, now are only roots, thin fingers of time reaching out

where windows, shattered; where doors, cracked; where rocks, moved; where possession, gone

Each day passes but the storm still lingers

for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/12/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-storm-damage/

Awe and wonder and worry all crowd the world in the aftermath of the storm

where trees stood, now are only roots, thin fingers of time reaching out

where windows, shattered; where doors, cracked; where rocks, moved; where possession, gone

Each day passes but the storm still lingers

for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/12/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-storm-damage/

If every petal of every flower in every meadow broke suddenly free — what a miraculous sight that would be for us to see

for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/11/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-fields/

There must have been a time when people sat around the table and envisioned this whole place on paper —

those who designed this city space we live in, day to day to day —

I wonder at the eraser marks, the discarded drafts, the city blocks and tree parks, the conversation flow

as our feet hit concrete, these streets we call home

for https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/10/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-city-park/

The Forest

The path that leads you in is the same path that brings you right where you need to be - the end is where you begin

from https://dailyconnector.com/2019/10/09/clmooc-writeout-doodles-of-place-forests/