Photo Essay

Sleepers Awake

Manhattan, NY: Central Park

With nibs for feet, this scribble across the park is code for "hibernation." I cannot get myself to shake hands today, nor negotiate another funerary likeness. Soft ground, hollow trees, the occasional crisp snap of a cardinal breaking the sound barrier: I have in my pocket an alphabet nourished by the hard eyes of an elm.

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