The house party is packed, pushing AI higher today but I am largely ignoring the “woo-hoos.”
I’m out in the backyard with my flashlight, seeking.
I strike out at the salamander. Multicolored or just green, I blink and remain unsure. It blinks.
Perhaps from the ravine.
I fiddle in my pocket for the zinc nut and a bit of string.
The crawfish are no match for this trick, and soon I have a handful.
I put them in my pocket.
Seeking.
I leave the tadpoles be.
I think of copper, and how it gets prettier as it ages.
Those tadpoles face a different fate, and they will eat flies.
Back to copper.
