around the place

 there are reddish rocks here

and in spring especially these little bits

of potsdam sandstone

show up.

i think the road crews 

fill up at the local sand pits

and some of them 

 have a bunch of this stuff.

i like it.

i like the layers.

 and i like holding them in my hand as i walk.

 it's a leftover pumpkin 

and prints on old pages

 old pages, latin.

and contact print over pressure print

lichen under and on cotton under plants.

i've been having a conversation with my friend catherine.

 work here 

and at the new place continues.

i love

the honorable nature of work clothing.

thinking through

 this lady spent two days bellowing 

and part of one night

 i'm sure it had to do with losing her calf

or wanting to be bred

it's all about sex says my friend

there were dozens of these on the roadside

the same places where the snappers might lay in june

 fruit of the land

this wonderful russet stone  

is sharp 

on its edges

 silk

 i've been playing with

a cloud

ephemeral

strong

like families facing loss

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i've been weaving