I write stuff, then I read stuff, then I rewrite stuff and it becomes more and new stuff and things.

Did I not tell you already?
   The green grass
                    Hot blacktop
         Broken pipelines in two foot rows
Sideways, through broken narrow slits of light
                  Things often look yellow, green, blue and tall.

This is my new place.  You can blame Nathan. I needed a new place and another time. Now I will gradually move in here.  I am gathering all of my old pieces from across the nether land, box tops, canning  jars and old Micro Center catalogs.   I am reworking them, and will watch them grow or die or wilt or bud.

It is August and that is all that I know for now.