hanging rock

first spot the poop, 

then look up.

we had our picnic at hanging rock. 

 yep, just hanging out midday

in a sunny spot.

and then, later, a herd

paralleling the trail the highway made

 there were presences

 grimaces

 and the light looks like november

 and felt like october

 holes and leyers and lichens and 

 a heart for my friend

(you know who you are) 

it was cold and sunny and beautiful.

 astonishing

 frost melting

and a shivering echidna

we ate well.

all three returned.

and they serve ben and jerry's ice cream

at the visitor center.