“Gravity” in the sequence Codex in Flight
Persuasion for a Mathematician
Today the subway stalled between Davisville and St. Clair, affording a clear view of the cemetery. My grade five teacher used to take us to the graveyard for the trees. Over a hundred kinds, she said. My parents are buried there. the only stone I visit says Lost. Nothing more.
This passage resonates for me for it is on a walking tour of Mount Pleasant Cemetery that I first saw a majestic katsura. I go less now to visit since there is now in our backyard a tall specimen.
Its show of spring bronze, summer green and fall gold offers opportunity to get lost in a different sort of way.
And so for day 1662