Just off the railing,
In between each small pole was a pictured rectangle below.
Grass on the right to seek out the street
Running in the middle of chaos
Rocks on sidewalks
Shadowing the pure objects
Old and rusty, along the cement trail was a fence;
Sun brings out hidden value
Of what’s too small to see
Wind makes them movable in one place
Smoking red, the house barely able to be seen.
- Anitra Schmid
(written during the A Sense of Place series)