i forgot my camera at home packing for r's. then i left my stone grape cluster at mister's house. i left my head on the blue pillow flat dreamed out. by the time i did a big camera retrieval loop camera and fetched my golden retriever the sculptor and his living sculpture were swept away. i saw a truck moving slowly, ominously down the asphalt trail. i miss the guy, he didn't really scare me, he was very photogenic, and said some sane things, unlike some world leaders we sadly know. his vision just gave him away. he got too big for unsightliness. and refused. and his refuse grew. i think he is a work of art. wherever he is he won't stay long. he's a free man.