Peter Covino

We swallowed the light’s comeuppance and laid a hammock in the woods. We peeked beneath dirt’s hooded shirt and left the masks to rot and plastic degrade. Occasionally cars sped by on soundless invisible tracks redoubling our ears. We beheld beholden birds slicing the air, a great blue heron returned to the city park. Two mallards resting aplomb. I wasn’t expecting much just a walk and wave from a fellow dogwalker a beaver, an otter, a groundhog on the path.