| A Park in New Jersey Behind a jungle gym, a trail led through tall evergreens to a tall hill of stone, black like hematite, with surfaces both rough and shiny smooth like they�d been cut and polished. Through the tall evergreens at its base, the sun freckled the bottom of the hill but shined clear on its top. Shined on names inside hearts inside graffiti. All over the hill, flakes of the rock the size of a palm would slough off and glint, catching light. I must have examined the angles of a grasshopper at the foot of that hill. Maybe carried it higher to see it under sunlight. |