a piece of marble found in a quarry in tuscany placed on the side of the 405 during

rush hour traffic, seeds from mexican fan palm trees scattered across the sidewalk

in front of my studio on washington blvd.,

the camelias of descanso gardens,

the salt in your veins,

a caspar david friedrich hanging at the getty center,

a walk at dusk across trump national golf club in rancho palos verdes,

the sounds of the pacific ocean vibrating on your vocal cords,

three plumeria trees growing in front of my grandmother’s house,

glass found on the bank of the elbe river in dresden,

the stars seen from eastern colorado from the location of the amache internment camp,

a memory of night