Beauty in the Decay Series #11
A broom with her wayward dustpan,
a phone with his seldom pen.
The brushing of love
into untamed curls.
Attentive to the intersection of nature with human-built things;
how nature will have its way.
The captivating presence of the process.
– poem and photo by mary macgowan
Songs for the Pure of Heart 
Very nice picture!
thank you!