A full complement of thoughts.
Tattered shawl of desire.
Nineteenth century aphorisms vs. the tiers of avarice.
Twentieth century sentries.
Drawings of drumming centaurs.
Sea shells and sea shores.
Football and shaggy dogs. Shetlands. Hinterlands. Dimanche.
The dimmer the anchor the further the haul.
The fur. The hand. The brow.
Ham-fisted hat-erdays.
What's it worth?
What's it worth to you?
It's always cobwebs we're shaking. Always for no good reason.
Tilt you head to the side till it makes sense.
Scoop up earth and sift it through your fingers.
Still outstretched. Still bumpy.
Hold it in the light.
Location:Penn St,Baltimore,United States
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