Saturday, June 13, 2015


I've always been struck by cement and how a concrete block can result.   No, not in the physical sense, struck.  Why cement?  Because something so solid has dings & potmarks.  Fissures and cranies to hold stories & recipies.  The occasional poem.  And this beautiful flower, alas, I have no name for her but the search is on.

Besides, her name I'm on a mission to find purslane.

And what if this were a cinder block?  The flower would not be nonplussed.

1 comment:

  1. cp

    trust her to find the flower in the rock--
    (watch her as she wanders the city)

    the sun is blasting us in different neighborhoods
    and when earth tumbles itself into our path

    will we be on the usual walkways
    sampling this and that?