When I visited Centennial this time, it was quite dead and barren. There was hardly any activity besides a single singing bird and a couple of minnows. A curious thing happened while I was there though, as the water level in the brook rose and got really fast all of a sudden. It wasn’t gradual, it looked as if someone had dumped directly in the brook. There were also many filmy oil slicks all along the brook, which made me sad to see.
In The Reeds: A Poem About Centennial Brook
The trickle of the brook is calming, almost as if it is whispering to me
The wind blows back and forth, striking up a conversation between the reeds
They whisper to each other, they are full of secrets, they throw their seeds into the wind
The brook joins in on the conversation, water rushing over the rocks, whispering and trying to get in on the reeds
But the reeds are thick, cliquey
I want to know what’s between the reeds
Picture: Whiteman. L, (11/8/2020) Events map, Burlington VT