N = 3, Trinity, Trinity where art thou

The Walker n = 3

Late start » Pascal & Pascal (must be strange to marry someone with the same name like looking into a verbal mirror) drinking coffee just where Bill left them a year ago » but town and cafe is quickly gone even with a heavy pack » so it is day three thinking the number of the day like Sesame Street, Kermit would love this green land » walking by the side of the road trimmed with clover right to the pavement, thinking of threes and luck four = to appreciate abundance perhaps three is luckier than four » thinking how lucky this moment » hard on thoughts of bonne chance is la hazard, la mal » letting go and moving into the move » more and more clover at the edge of a wood and after mud inside the trees- wind, birds and the distance whine of distant cars the flash into view in now and again » thinking of Bilbo and the great road , which can take you on any adventure » out of the wood onto a new road between the green dumpsters and a farmhouse » friendly looking gypsies with loud stereos » wind picking ups and singing a wheat song - a howl between sound of children playing and a ghost » turn on to a small road - forgetting cars and danger »three is the first multiplicity, the wind is a three and the sound of the day » the wind that scatters unity » colder now the wind cut - should cut up the active walk » the sound of scissors is another sound of the wind - the many spring from three's gales - flying off like seed of grain as joyous and terrifying as birth »tiny birds in the circus tent sky playing in the gusts » now dark clouds - blacks as the cock crowing - black as thunder without rain » rain as sudden as expected, rain cold at a horizontal pitch wet on only the right side » then wet all over – head down sloughing thru the rain – found a coquille walking through sea of long ago – holding my petrified shell like a good pilgrim » climb the hill into restaurant sunshine and sugar mint cherry pie porte bien – march on a full stomach to the autobus – wait, wait » holy water with rose petals and butterfly wings – trinity trinity where art whou? » wait wait sit in bus watching the day in reverse fingering a stone shell » back in Chateau Renault and tent beddie-bye