we were walking the rubble fields, the verge between the lake and the running path by the tom friedman's aluminuman and i found a conglomerate object of glass, lead, iron, and stone, fused together by lightning. then i went home and got my new phone from the mailbox and after i got connected by my angel of deliverance in techno-ignorance at the dollar store i looked in at powell's to see if my book to the islands had arrived and it hadn't but the lightning field, a book on walter de la mare's land artwork, had, for 3.95. and before i showed r. the book and object she had pulled a match to the heart, a book by gretel ehrlich about being struck by lightning.