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.