Bench, Christie Station

Sometimes nothing.

Sometimes forests of people, rivers of people.

Are trees people? Are people water?

This wood is washed by water

(equals sweat wind rain snow salt dirt oil gum).

If people are water, this wadi is dry, hollow.

The gulls circle, spy potato chips

Let’s say cars are tsunamis, it’s raining.

This shade is dirty.

This space is home to no one.

Can I leave now? Much of this wood is water.

This grimy checkerboard, this corrupted Y of road,

this faultline,

this picnic,

this gap.

Ministry of the Environment

Blue green blue green blue green green.
Green blue green blue green blue blue blue.
Yellow? Yellow? What about everybody likes yellow.

Blue, yellow, yellow or blue.
Blue blue yellow yellow blue.

Green, we started with green.
Let’s revisit green. Greenreenreenreen.

For Godsakes anything but blue.