Thoreau’s journal, the second of fourteen volumes, done.
At age thirty-four, he weighed one hundred twenty-seven pounds.
He would venture out on moonlight nights and bathe in ponds.
When I closed the book, I found berry juice on my thumbs.
Canvas 1,241 — September 7, 2019
Categories: Drawings, New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Art, Diaries, Journals, Poems, Poetry, Reading, Thoreau
