Bull Shit or Fertilizer?

Well, the seeds have been planted that will determine 

whether the United States remains a government of the PEOPLE, 

by the PEOPLE, and for the PEOPLE.

On Wednesday, we will know if the fertilizer being 

spread is nurturing to the population as a whole or 

toxic shitt in an expensive suit, foisted off on

gullible voters by the Koch brothers and Karl Rove.

Apparently, the people of my state have rejected the bull shit

of a misogynistic ideologue running for Senator, only to select 
the sleazey used car salesman running for President

whose opinions reflect the wishes of whomever is funding 

his campaign. I haven't ever applied for a passport; 

I should probably do so should he get the office.

The bastards have bought off Congress as well

as the Supreme Court. If they managed to have bought

the POTUS, the people will never get their

government back. 

Textured Tuesday: Order/Disorder

The construction workers have nearly completed work on the new overpass 

and exits near my home. There are crosswalks marked by brick pavers

verging on the asphalt pavement, where anarchic gravel appears to have over-run

the machine-like precision of the raised dots on the bricks.

Nekkid

What I enjoy most about this picture is the bright blue 

edging around the leaf, created by the sky's 

reflection in the water.

I went out today, camera in my pocket, as usual,

but the day was gray all around, leaves

matted into brown carpets on the sidewalks.

The poor trees, tall as ever in the park,

looked as though they were huddled together,

their limbs shivering in the chilly breeze

from their nekkidness.

Last of the Golden Hearts

Cold wind and rain blew through, remnants of "Superstorm Sandy," 

taking the last of the golden leaves from neighborhood redbud trees.

I'm already anticipating the Winter Solstice, December 21st,

after which the days again begin lengthening.

Black-Red-Orange

I'd seen them on the highway, reels of plastic tubing on a trailer 

being taken to a work site. The trailer carrying these reels 

was parked at the corner, about a quarter mile from here. Yay! 

A crew of three men was digging a hole to begin installation.

A block farther up the street, machinery connected

to a water truck would burrow underground, using water 

from the truck to move the dirt and to push 

the tubing through the little tunnel. 

I guess then the cables follow, threaded 

through the corresponding tubes.

These "tails" are left above ground, I suppose 

to be connected to the next segment 

of tubing, as it is all buried beneath the surface.

Pushing Back

I don't know how many times I've walked across 

the parking lot outside my home, but it must be somewhere 

in the thousands. Just today, for whatever reason,

I finally noticed the way the seeds had fallen into the cracks

in the asphalt. They lay in the fissures, slowly

taking back the Earth. Overlapping, creating a golden

path where the seeds would eventually sprout,

green grasses and little trees reach upward, 

sheltered by the twigs. 

It looked like maps of the Mississippi, a giant river, 

pushing, taking back, exerting its will on man's plan.

November Theme Day: Water's Edge

The day I took this the clouds were moving in to hide 

the bright sun. I turned to look over the little bridge at the Coke Field, 

where the sun reflected off the water so brightly it drove the plants 

at water's edge into shadows and silhouette.

Today is Theme Day for the members of the 

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