and crushed dried mesquite seed pods
He knew where she was
To go to her unbidden would be...uncouth
and he loved her too much to do that
He walked along the ancient crumbling brick canals
His third-favorite sound was clattering masonry
Someday he'd have a yard of
cobblestone
red brick
and walls of gabion
un-mortared so the grass could grow through the cracks
If it ever rained again
