September 22, 2020

Autumn. I know its beauty, but, still, alas. 

The police called about the stolen checks. The cop sounded young and sweet. Told him the story and said he needn’t fill out a report, only be aware that such things were happening. He said, “We used to patrol that area a lot, but now we dn’t feel wanted anymore.” 

Took a walk along the Greenway in the River Arts, surprised at its being so extensive and so fully connected. You’re inconvenienced by the construction, but it doesn’t occur to you that the construction leads to anything.  Perfect bright autumn weather. I sat on a bench and contemplated the tangle of herbage, jimson and Jerusalem artichoke and convolvulus.