the stone has been poured. cracked.
pile together in puddles. salt makes patterns when the snow dries. a growing moss of pounded newspaper. i saw a reservoir in the sidewalk, it has been drained
there is a shape under the planes of gray, there was a beach, a marsh, a leaf
behind the tile tunnel and beneath the slab, there, not there
yesterday they poured a second cast, a third, a fourth.
