it’s a beautiful 68°F in oklahoma city, with a cool, southerly breeze that carries the songs of orioles, finches and larks, as well as an assortment of whirrs and warbles, and the pneumatic drumming of a jackhammer.
it’s hard to imagine not riding a bike on a day like today. my spot is astride a saddle, and like the cup says, everyone needs their own.
i mean, how else would you see okana– the federally, tribally and locally-funded boondoggle? okc needs more water parks in the middle of nowhere.
the chesapeake (rip) boathouse tube garden is only a mile away, but on the opposite shore! never seen anyone on it, regardless of the weather or season, but who knows, maybe the native american one will be a resounding success?
A poet lives among us!