Tag Archives: Robert Levine

Greenbelt Lake

Now that I knew G-d could be found in the black-trimmed white line above the eye of a Carolina wren the sweetgums and pines beside Crescent Road, the pale walls of the houses on Forestway glimpsed through them, and the … Continue reading

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Rite of Passage

Squirrels scurried among the pines beside Crescent Road’s shoulder from my approach like partygoers frantically hiding at the last moment, spoiling their surprise, before breakfast the morning of my sixteenth birthday. Near the park’s stream bank a dark-eyed junco wore … Continue reading

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Todd

Sometimes teenage surplus energy pushed me to a more vigorous pastime than walking through woods: shooting hoops at the playground behind 4 Court. I often ran into Todd, nine years my senior, wearing shorts and T-shirt nondescript enough to sweat in— … Continue reading

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