October 1, 2010. Blustery and gray, a surprise.
A morning that can't quite decide--or is it the perceiver of the morning. Second cup of coffee (Brazilian Bold) from Mo across the street (7-eleven) while the crew of workmen continue their impossibly elaborate form work--2x10s stacked on edge, sloped, at angles, with rebar struts--to contain someone's vision of concrete... Design...
The work of us all--to contain someone's vision...
Lee, just now, waving from outside, A little stooped, but adamant in her gathering--the bottles, bags and cans of a neighborhood, popped into a beige Safeway shopping cart, moored just now against the linden tree...
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(mac and scanner down for a while)
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