What was it that attracted me to this rock not big enough to be a boulder?
nestled in the bush,
crumbled leaves clustered close,
yellowed leaves draping its sloping top ~ hoping it would be noticed by passersby?
This passerby’s gaze fell on the white lines that traced a natural history now lost in time……
“They always say time changes things,
but you actually have to change them yourself.”
~ Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol
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