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A heated stone on a white bed of salt—

sleeping on a subway grate—

a thistle growing in a wash—

sap oozing out the trunk of a plum—

yellow and red roses hanging upside down under a skylight—

fish carcasses at the end of a spit—

two right hands on a brush drawing a dot then the character, water—

an ostrich egg—

a coyote trotting across the street in broad daylight—

sharpening a non-photo blue pencil—

the scar at a left wrist—

a wet sycamore leaf on the sidewalk—

lighting a kerosene lamp on a float house—

kaiseki: breast stones: a Zen meal—

setting a yarrow stalk aside to represent the infinite—