"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."
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Rust never sleeps
And that's a good thing. Ashes to ashes.... A trio of cut, or square, nails found here and there -- the most recent, the rustiest one at the right, around the corner on Sidney Pl -- and a double-headed or scaffold wire nail.