life: acoustic & amplified

Red bricks‏

Along Main and Pleasant and Spring,

shoulder to shoulder through town

stand all these red brick buildings.

Brick by brick, a city is made.

Each brick was laid by hand,

with a trowel and a string, and an eye

for straight lines and plumb edges.

All of the walls, the straight ones,

the worn, painted ones,

the old and crumbling, leaning ones

are pages of an old book.

The arched windows,

the palladian windows,

the columns and corbels,

pediments and pilasters set in

at the rousing turn of the last century

by men in overalls and cardigans,

intent on creating a beautiful wall

and a fine city, are not like modern windows.

They say something.

Everything in this world,

every tangle of undergrowth,

every rumpled cloud,

every troubled tribe,

every sorry excuse for a soul

was laid by hand.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

www.unfoldinglight.net