I took a camera to work.
And caught the early morning shadows,
and o, no, not another Frank Gehry?
And what's up with these things they keep unearthing on Bergen St at Smith?
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."