morning twilight walk around park, saw two things

where ellerbee creek emerges from beneath lavender avenue, against the mottled pink and purple sky reflected in glassy water stilled against an ice floe farther down, a silhouetted heron standing in the middle of the creek, looking down into its darkness

on the other side of the creek, a man talking into a cellphone pressed tight against his head inside his 'carnegie mellon rugby' hoodie, saying "and so i ask her, what the fuck have you done for me lately," his leashed dog shitting on the sidewalk by the blue play equipment