even tho i was
instantly fond of the
floor to ceiling pieces,
phrases,letters,words,
that she created,
ultimately i'll never be
able to delete
images of matokie
train drawings out of
my mind,

things that get sewn
together,colors in graffiti,
sunday morning is for
sightseeing,
noah calls out 'doubledecker!' and
i just see
countless names
pass over the bridge,
before buildings that
could be knocked over have been
covered in more names,and
overpasses or under the bridges
beg for relief,the
rollers still dripping with
paint.

in the sweet bye & bye

we can not touch the
old pots,i mean
real hands did something
with the old pots,

and the best we can do is
shipped in from far away
made yesterday
but the old pots,
mosiac pieces,or great
wheels of time,
bone in earth and
memory of lattice,

i'm easily fooled,
pay homage to blood red
bowls for herbs,
when i should
give thanks to the wood
box,good for growing
cobwebs.

{always growing}