Saturday, October 17, 2009

24 : Katie Yates

the landscape

in this rough continent, a glossalia of lawns, eaves and poison ivy, would it be the case that you nonetheless mow, pick up toys, and then sticks as the winter sets in as if to mimic an ancient pattern, and am I here then to record this, these labors as love, unconditional serenities in the sky, and change